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BLACK HOLE - Sargon
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beat: "Fantastic Damage" - El-P samples mixed in from LANDMARK ISLAND in Beaver County PA
new york ny bdogg long island illuminati fingaz sargon meditation chamber dolo landmark tsw bay shore
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Underground Rap, Sargon, Meditation Chamber, Fingaz, Platinum Jack, Illuminati X, TSW, Landmark, Dolo, Intellectualism & Enlightenment
SARGON - THE MEDITATION CHAMBER - Meditation Chamber Recordings - Nabopolasr@aol.com / www.audiostreet.net/sargon For Business: (631)6654701
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Genre
Hip-Hop Hardcore Rap
Charts
Peak #1,537
Peak in subgenre #24
Author
SARGON
Rights
2004
Uploaded
June 22, 2005
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MP3 3.1 MB 128 kbps 0:00
Story behind the song
dope beats, cheeba & malt liqour
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youre playing chicken, angling towards dodging destruction - a running dive at the final moment, hoping to get sucked-in THE MEDITATION CHAMBER, a black hole, lost in thought, hang yourself by the strings that are pulled for you (taut), yo reaquaint the ill cipher, come explain for me, those emcees of degeneration monarchy, decoding that dispicable inexplicable ambiguity, hunting hunters - a more challenging sport, Andelay!, as they drop they wretched assumptions spoken as if in stone, a bellhop with an attention deficit, befuddlement, it's obvious that youre behind on your dues, i can only imagine how horrible it must feel to be you, upended barometric pressure as vaccination papers, cheap banter versus fascinating statements, displaying a human spine splayed further than one has ever recovered from without having lost the fuckin use of his legs! - yo, would it be art if I: captured, tortured & recorded you?, punch you in ya face & punching you into place - CINECKARIB featuring an adlib by a pack of cipher-failing rappaz gettin they ass kicked candid. - I was discouraged as a youth, to use red pens - so now I come correct, so I daydream and draw in blue, then - above the left margin - try not to copy it after I let you peep it - you do injustices to my sequence patterns, bastard - took me three sittings max, to master the trackboard - just waitin to hear the fuckin Crap that youre on - the great race begins!, between rapid inhebriation & the intention of gettin somethin done right - in THE CHAMBER, a step next to the rec room, no room for the rest, smack you wit Super Primus X brew - rhyme, holdin a Steel Reserve or Crazy Horse - BayShore, yoyo.. the council for better music. - i guess arrogance is in the air again i'll have to disagree, so give the square an X reflection & shadow - courageous & tranquil puts your alert mind into a state similar to that of Zinjanthropus - stuck in a rut, my peace-powerforce dropping 256 octograms & acid hits with pics of yinyangs - decide this side is a facet of disdain - a higher space of oppression, the inane metropolitan - THE MEDITATION CHAMBER - a black hole, lost in thought - hanging yourself by the strings that are pulled for you, taut & type-cast tight in standing by that stereo light - the most potent ingredients of an all-purpose shine sur-face - get respect without generating bravado, killing tension - lettin you 'read these Nikes' motto.
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