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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #924
Peak in subgenre #83
Rights
yes
Uploaded
October 13, 2005
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.8 MB • 128 kbps • 4:05
Lyrics
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I'm a tyrant standing on the shoulders of giants/
silence mc's for the paper signed by my clients/
prye the line from the belt of orion/
and split your ribcage open with the strength of a lion/
I drop with assertive philosphies/
too much punctuation,so i murder apostrohpies/
envied by Plato,i was tutored by Socrates/
Stuck in one realm,now my future is stoppin me/
You're the foundation but i'm blasting your architechts/
inconcievable so i start where my father left/
fast,rip the heart out a martyr's chest/
and spar with the path taken to send my past to rest/
Icicles dripping from my lips as i speak/
yea your dark but i total eclipse on this beat/
I'm runnin things with my stunning english/
My flows sink ships,my rhymes are undistinguished/
I carve out my words as the bloody Ink Drips/
But only half you dudes Kno like Cunninlynguists/
you'll be awed by my sickness of diction/
I was one with Rap before half of you bitches were christened/
I see too many clowns,no defensive gestures/
I'll leave you in a cast like west end directors/
I'm at your neck like an expensive necklace/
Blow up your plane,i transcend detectors/
I'm on the grind with Mills,we making bare bread/
tear necks with sweaty labour like blair's bed/
Kaspa has athiests sweating on a prayer flex/
vex, but i hold it all in like a hair nett/
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erase / all accounts
pinikal n mills / tear up your town
we break it down / if your in doubt
noo-oo-oo-oow now
we fade /in and out
come into your kindgom / take your crown
we'll snatch you / right from your house
n--oooow now
-------1:57-----------------
with immortal calls from organs i was forced
performance and its not a tall order he's awsome always
in a darkened hallway with a force kenobi
couldnt match even if he had control of police
im left alone to float with no rowing boat
its so cold he knows he cant grow, evolve
with his foes on show so he goes and blows
a big gaping hole and then he takes control
its the way i spit, and bin doin it since 18
all your shots miss like an episode of A-team
all you fake teens can get canned like baked beans
my flows savager than eight seas,
mate please..were causing anarchy
am talking millsey and kents so like supermans back with his family
i got a plan to reach as high i can
taking off land with a pen and a pad, and walking over canopes
before am climbing trees its like am jack with seeds
stuck at the bottom with too much responsibility
my fame will pose a blatent ghost in ya failing shows
and on the streets you'll get taken out quicker than car radios
they call me 'mills' cus bound to feel many 'blows'
an trust me u couldnt 'sea me' on any coast
its finally fits am not alone on my course
forget locking all your doors, cuz am coming through the wall
the thunder is force as the battlements are forged
i can stop your whining just attacking with a cork
your plan's to take the world but you'd have to plan it harder
you'd have to fly to me to the moon like frank sinatra
like hotmail my verse is past words
its a loud serge and thats all the croud heard
not saying i spit fire but when its cold in the winter,
you can catch me at nite, gettin warm near my speakers
--------------3:22------------------
erase / all accounts
pinikal n mills / tear up your town
we break it down / if your in doubt
noo-oo-oo-oow now
we fade /in and out
come into your kindgom / take your crown
we'll snatch you / right from your house
n--oooow now
kaspa.. mills...2006 man.. blackhand..
Shout to Blunted,GTA,Squid's Ink
