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Generation of Hate
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Frontline MC for Headzache and self-confessed Satan worshiper Ennicee is dabbling in more than just black magic this time around. Armed with his own unique beat
I’m ENNICEE front line MC and second half of Headzache along with Jaimez, Brought out our first album late 2003 called Group Therapy and now released Mind Mechanics. This LP gives you a little glimpse of what goes on within my brain on a daily basis, if you’d like your suicide attempts to have a theme tune or just looking to go on a killing spree and need that little bit of inspiration, then check out this album. With more material planned with headzache and the forth coming project “Street Masons” I’m putting my own mind to the test.
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Genre
Hip-Hop • Hardcore Rap
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Peak #311
Peak in subgenre #33
Author
ENNICEE
Uploaded
August 24, 2005
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MP3 3.4 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
It’s plain to see with me I’m never knowing where it’s going Have I changed became much worse and forever now’s forgotten For impact and back stabs for something you never had My ink splats he thinks bad blood bath on severed pads Welcome to headzache I break face with no haste Sick of fucking liars with bitter taste and no grace You think you’re ahead of the game heading for fame Whatever you claim in vain control the world ready to reign Your image an act I’m viscous your whack I swing with a bat sting on attack I’m the king of the pack I’m leaving people silent from my violence I’m corrupt Better sell a thousand copies then were licensing your product Erase and defeating not the one that your be cheating Here comes the second album lost your chance I’m retreating There is nothing you can serve me you don’t even deserve me I leave your face blurred like the cover Group Therapy. Inflict this pain that’s is drained from my veins Minds deranged and maimed it doesn’t fit the right frame Inside the Panic Room safe house and walls with bars A place for me to test myself with super strength calls bard War scars remembering the times we had to work hard They ain’t changed it’s still the same we smirk and cause laughs Try to run before you can walk all you do is now talk Support ourselves headzache cru and for you we have brought Therapy you better be corrupted by mind mechanics Nil by mouth will feed you and leave you with brain damage So you couldn’t even manage understand my sense of humor Its warped fucking right it’s warped way before I knew ya Once I thought it was over because all the doors were locked tight I know I’m unstable parental guidance to blocked mics For images I write this game is cat fight Established my name for I was banished I’m back right A bigger fret lurks apply you with cigarette burns And make you understand that I’m the pain on which it hurts I will never stand down or step aside you seek the glory Fuck around I’ll tell you now it will end with a different story Self contained in this tomb a prison and cage of rage I’ve risen Brought to you association Panic Room Headzache patient Detail with knives and then I’m impaling with spikes I’m the misery forgotten life and rotten inside From shows and open mic’s we are ready to rise And surprise before you realised enter a new guise Storming the building better be warning your children This ani’t a safe place if you’re easily reeled in The underworld swarms like a plague looking for victims Diseased ready to feed with greed my hunger kicks in A savage on the mic a person split between two sides And switch before your eyes that’s right a persona which can’t die
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