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Rascalz - Blind Wid the Science lyrics
Red 1] I'm complex from my station I flex heads like a Hatian Rockin the mic with solidification My confederation is the Rascalz With inspiration we were movin alien nations Because all it takes is one bar like Mars Possessed a spectatin emcee with the spirit of Jaws Try to take mine you will find Try to combine with your own but you can not clone the dark tone One of a kind I'm all alone I make the vowels high with em, with my words I bone Apponents, as they perrish, I cherrish every moment I bliff with the spliff, as I relish and consolement CHORUS: You can't, he can't Find, blind You're left behind by my scientific mind [Misfit] Beyond compare, will I dare A glutton for punishment You're starring so deeply Cause of my hypnotic Predicament you're in ... now As I mention Turns of abuse Laughin, it's too late for a truce I pass the physical all mentally I got the chemistry Them other's are history When I shape em like geometry So parallel my gram You must be hittin with the third Your visions ... blurred Trapezoid and obscure by the right one The Misfit, maverick, here's the light one ... Two, three then you will see the Subliminal message When pros flow By a morse code tactic My advice, obstain from overuse Please don't overdose, in soul You'll needs a boost Hooked like your sweet tooth On a lyrical fountain-head We'll learn sure the malnurished when I gets fed Puttin kings in check, only true be fortold I'm wrecking his fashion By makin a statement with this tongue lashin In ways you can't figure, is I be Swingin a size 44 bat Like a Louisville slugger And when this ends To the mound, I be the pitcher Do you get the picture It's time to substitute you for a pinch hitter [Red 1] I gotta get my bucks in for my million deductions Of solitary thoughts finds a period of much, man I bust when I feel it, gotta dust them That is my custom, cause even on the mic your still hustlin Your wrestling with a situation, you're learning a lesson A new thing taught is considered as progression For who is lustin my possessions Book em a date with fate, and watch me serve em in a session A state that is super keen, which includes The ability for forseein which you can elude I see every move but kinda act too soon Like a typhoon, bring it to ya time at noon CHORUS (2x) [Misfit] I'm back for two, let me show you How I threw this together Watch emcess run as I mak em scatter Hear this, you will fear this Your arms they'll get graved out, it's a must I burried us So comprehend what I composed to scare foes I be the master in this art like Ted-O Z lock the zip code, I'm the brother on the block, wanna explode Them others singing from the jock strap, when I walk I'm smooth I keep my composure Never slipped, I got gripped like a Range Rover Science be on your graph Your task, reach me at my peak So unique, them others be wishin they can speak from the tip As I stand at the summit, with an overhead view To watch emcees as they plummit All go it this hip hop flow Misfit, there ain't no way you can ignore Or snore on the physics Science is fit for the display Forget your novice days cause that's child's play [Red 1] The former baracade on the weak, is my crusade (no more, man) Who seeks aid with the trade so I will invade With my brigade, of the men who are brave, not afraid Renegades, escapadin on a wild rampage So no defeat Not to ferar the raw like me The concrete athlete, I gots ya on the retreat With the fleet of chemists that will blemish your whole alliance So take heed as you proceed or get blind with the science Indeed, I will succeed I'm disregardin all pardons as your begging, please To be relieved by the warden, shit is locked down tight With the seal, that is steal made with kryptonite I'm making me that my heels once you've lost the sight Lost the light, now everything resembles night Because I'm shinin, I'm blindin with my scientific spray that be specific I don't think that you shall see another day CHORUS (4x |
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