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Order of Spit: Dub DeVille, N Sane Beat = Believe in Nothing by Sindustry
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Genre
Hip-Hop Hardcore Rap
Charts
Peak #7,171
Peak in subgenre #1,088
Author
N Sane & Dub DeVille
Uploaded
October 19, 2004
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MP3 5.7 MB 128 kbps 0:00
Lyrics
(N Sane) Breathe breath into me, my dreams form into scenes Of beasts that have horns and wings, I see the steps into free But my legs won't work, I beg in the dirt This is too much, I may go bezerk This is a rush that I hate cause it hurts My ego is crushed, the eagle lays on his perch His prey taunting him, my ways goes to merge With this daunting brim, in me grows a urge To withhold the nerve of a blissful infer Interchangeable, I hold a fistful of worth Winter stays and goes, but I drift on this earth The site of the sounds of hiss and groans blur I have an unquenchable thirst, demented souls curse Through the loud confusion a repented moan blurts I try to make it overheard as it's heard over a herd I didn't wanna make those turns but the straight just curved (N Sane) This misery and it's delivery is bitterly bickering They littered me, but the light is still on, somehow it's flickering Come now witness the sickening, descriptions Of mysteries caused by mischevious misfits They aren't much different than me or really even similar Whos to keep me civilized if I'm singular? My subconscience criticizes what I'm livin for Blunt objects mineralize with a driven force These dreams broke hard and fast, the pieces are sharp and vast They scarred me so fast, they're all a part of my past Everyone in my family trees genes demanded me As you get older lose more and more sanity Trick the tone, for a mission owed, a smirk you'll never see emerge from me Kick the stone at a missin home, I'm on the verge of mercy Pick the woes for a distant own, these jerks cleveryly verse me Sticks and stones may break my bones but words worsly hurt me
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