Name: Demonic
Channel: Mantix
Description: Free MP3 download. Will be done my friend AP, it will be masterd and posted my next week...HiFly on the beat.

Demonic

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Will be done my friend AP, it will be masterd and posted my next week...HiFly on the beat.

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Mantix

C.T.A The Cobra Terror Alience

Im about to do some professional tracks with a friend of mine which will be uploaded for your enjoyment if you enjoy em. **Most songs in my music will eventually be redone some time**.

Song Info

Genre

Hip-Hop • Hip Hop General

Author

Mantix

Uploaded

November 05, 2005

Track Files

MP3

MP3 1.0 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00

Lyrics

Im the holder and delivier of synical scriptures,
holdin' in a bitter itch to rape the kings misstriss/

catch a fuckin glimps Im like bear in the mist striving to be the diffrent,
to where as the necks of the next might as well give into it/

I write several bibles of lyrics as appearin in 3D,
castin emcees spirits like ya to dissapear underneath me/

rappers are always fearin my pen cuz when Im decendin em', 
my addrenalins leavin em' tremblin like an earthquake that dosent ever let up/ 

we're teachin em' every fuckin lesson invented, 
its as painfull as its been in every ten launguiges I said it in/	

Im sendin em' out dented with both knee caps fractured,
try to get away I shatter ya legs and run after ya/

so dont test with in a thirty foot raidus Im a nuculer bomb,
just a wave of my arm can causes the downfall and crack of any solad rock/

I can turn off all human existence in a second,
makein your flesh accept the effects of a severaily hot engins revin/

you see images and you reference em' as torture utencles,
its evidence that ya' death seems so slow it never ends/

only few get the messige if ya' brains got the levrige,
youd have to meditate for hours to enlight to my pressence/

cant noboy spit the shit that our level has hit/
the feeling is so heavenly you've only a second to tresure it/

my songs are armed with volts far more then electricity evolve in,
pickin em'off like marksmen with a started probblem to solve it/

devidein ya mind the second the bullet drives so finely,
like the demonic work of an exilent sniper is apon me/

we show em the exit after we drasticly laugh at em' first,
attackin em' like cavity plaque and thats just the half of it/

adverbs aimed at your brain to make you step backwards,
every aftermath of my statics always endin with battle axes/

dont even ask about any facts er any actions you might of fatherd,
couse' Im back with the bite of a fuckin mutated rat/

my teeths dragin ya'last bits Im graphic,
I arouse from the ground Area 51 is my habbitat/

our lyrics could support any addicts habit,
we rip mics flowin through emcees like The atlantics/

we sore in any storm we dont abort we coil it,
conduct more heat than the sun stand in the ocean and boil it/

                         Boil it Bitch...Yo

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