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Dark, intense, fast paced, whether written or free off dome sh** ...ASYLUM is a the duo of Los Khaz & Chope from the Ded PoEttz soPSYeti. Koga Monk's beat maker Roach provided the beat.
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Pure Poetry Pure HipHop DARK INSANE These mcs perceive life as a destructive force We as one unit devise what weve lived through as a mechanic for our own m
These mc's perceive life as a destructive force. We as one unit devise what we've lived through as a mechanic for our own music. In turn our words have become weapons. Don't believe it? Come and chat with us and you will be left exhiled from the living."
Song Info
Genre
Hip-Hop • Hip Hop General
Charts
Peak #177
Peak in subgenre #95
Author
John R. Shope and Damien
Rights
Copyright 2001-02' Koga Monks/Melophobia Records
Uploaded
May 15, 2002
Track Files
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MP3 3.3 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
I used to go by Bull-et and had a spit-fire style back when I was in like the 9th grade where we would record songs on a kharioke machine. I decided to represent it in the flow scheme. The second cat is fellow ASYLUM member Los Khaz. He freestyled that entire verse off of my last sentence "PUT DOWN THE MIC AND NEVER PIC IT UP AGAIN" Spida' Monk (a.k.a. Alchemino) asked if Damien could spit demented, sick shit and homey freestyled the whole Koga Monk vibe right there in our faces.... Amazing.
Lyrics
Chope's Verse: You lie with intentions claiming Chope's lines are not sick when // The virus is in him annihilate 'em from inside of the system // Suicidal rhymin writin lines shinin' like diamonds // Travel through MY MIND as I take you back TO THE ASYLUM // Corrodin your bones SICC with such horrible tones // That my most notable quotes will begin groping your throat // Tokin' a bowl vocally chokin' from smokin' you whole // Got you under control CHOPE is slowly provoking your SOUL // By evoking flows upon my throne I write hypnosis with // Over loads of psychosis excelling over high dosages // No escaping the hits, I'm making the myths // My favorite dish is made from the ribs of different babies and kids // DELICIOUS! HELL'S VISCIOUS! // I slit wrists of vict-ims // Invision my scriptures which ripshit that's twisted // POLITIC...CRITIC...gifted, rigid, sadistic // Incisions get inflicted with pain that is non-descriptive // Heretic - skitzophrenik - severed heads I NEVER DREAM // Insomnia's called THE WATCHER because I hardly ever sleep // Satan is waitin for me to be takin 'em down into Hades erase all creations // By makin' abrasions inside of the brains of a nation that's- all ready been in the cage // Flippin' the page, get in a craze got you feelin' insane within a few days // We live in a place where decisions are made and we're given a name considered as slaves // Construction of destruction will swiftly get conducted when // Disgusted busted bustas step up to Chope and try to fuck with him // "PUT DOWN THE MIC, AND NEVER PICK IT UP AGAIN" Los Khaz freestyled that shit....
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