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Spit drips in the jar, the witless witness
Cryptic code, realism shifts your mystic
Dark all I do embark the shadows,
Involved with my thought catalogue, analogue, rap catalogue
Keep my distance, answer your resistance, hurt by persistance
The twisted web of tangled lies strangles my hope to waste and numbs the taste
And I'm forced to face these hate crimes against the state of being
Feeling the weightlessness pressing between the ceiling, reeling around room,
Riding a bubble of sound proof, it's the frequency making you
Shake-shake with every boom
Involuntary muscle contraction, ignoring and drinking musical gas field euphoria
The sound counts to make the dead to have you a head rush with red thoughts and said stuff.
Cryptic code, realism shifts your mystic
Dark all I do embark the shadows,
Involved with my thought catalogue, analogue, rap catalogue
Keep my distance, answer your resistance, hurt by persistance
The twisted web of tangled lies strangles my hope to waste and numbs the taste
And I'm forced to face these hate crimes against the state of being
Feeling the weightlessness pressing between the ceiling, reeling around room,
Riding a bubble of sound proof, it's the frequency making you
Shake-shake with every boom
Involuntary muscle contraction, ignoring and drinking musical gas field euphoria
The sound counts to make the dead to have you a head rush with red thoughts and said stuff.
Lyrics submitted by hybrid_one
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Anyway, this is my favorite part of And One, I think it's cool how the track continues but it becomes a whole other mini-track. The track's generally accepted title is "Cryptic" and i'm pretty sure it's just Mike freestyling.
Cryptic colloquialism shifts the misfits
Dark all I do embark the shadows
Involved with my thought catalogue, analogue, rap catalogue
Keep my distance and fear resistance, hurt by persistance
That twisted web that tangles lies
Strangles my hope to waste and numbs the taste
And I'm forced to face these hate-crimes
Against the state of being
Feeling the weight-less-ness pressed 'tween tubes
Feeling, readin' the round rules
Riding a bubble o' sound proofin'
The frequency making you
Set, shake with every boom
Involuntary muscle contraction
In-orientation, drinkin' musical gas feel euphoria
The sound pounds to make the dead flush
To have you a head rush with red rhymes and s-ad stuff
Get it right.
Amazing ryhming though
Spit drips from the jaw of the witless witness
Cryptic colloquialism shifts your midrift
Dark all I do embark the shadows
Involved with my thought catalog, analogue, rap catalog
Keep my distance, and fear resistance, hurt by persistance
The twisted web of tangled lies
Strangles my hope to waste and numbs the taste
And I'm forced to face these hate crimes
Against the state of being
Feeling the weight- less -ness pressed between the ceiling
Reeling around room
Riding a bubble of sound proof
It's the frequency making you
S-Shake with every boom
Involuntary muscle contraction
Ignoring and drinking musical gas fume euphoria
The sound pounds to make the dead flush
To have you a head rush with red rhymes and said stuff
Spit drips from the jaw of the witless witness
Cryptic colloquialism shifts your midriff
[???????????????????????!] shadows of smog with my
Thought catalogue, analogue, rap catalogue
Keep my distance and fear resistance
Hurt by persistence, the twisted list of
Tangled lies strangles my hope to waste and
Numbs the taste, and I'm forced to face these
Hate crimes against the state of being, feeling the
Weightlessness, pressed between the ceiling, reeling
Around rooms, riding a bubble of sound proof, it's the
Frequency, making you shake with every move
Involuntary muscle contraction, ignoring [??????!]
[?????????????!!] musical gas, fume, euphoria
The sound pounds to make the dead flush, to
Have you a head rush, with read thoughts and said stuff
I never knew this verse had a point, except that i can never understand mike when he raps. ^_^
L8ers people
"Cryptic colloquialism shifts your midriff"
"Keep my distance and fear resistance hurt by persistence"
"musical gas fume euphoria"
"The sound pounds to make the dead flush to have you a head rush with red rhymes and said stuff"
GET IT RIGHT