For Whom The Bell Tolls (It's a Lesson)
Yes!! Order of Spit: N Sane, Dub DeVille Beat = Battle Hymn III by Sindustry
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Lyrics
(N Sane)
Collabertion, makin coal in a lab to be beratin ya nation
I'm brrin at the temperature rate, the cinder bakes, it adjacent
With my temper which waits, Jason mask on my face, replace it
With the scream face, truthfully a dream chased is a dream waste
Gotta make it true, want revenge, take it in blood, take it in food
Best to take it and run, but don't take it in truth
I clench my fist, dawn is whence I winced
Walk accordingly look how many needles and pins I bent
Livin out this so morbidly, historically my pen I pinched
And squeezed til the guts gushed out, absorb it all in then I sit
I thrive off of humans, revive off of toxic fumes
Blotches in my view turn black, red and the occasional blues
Inspirational tunes make the rhythm of which different faces is bloomed
Patience isn't my virtue, I been this way since that June
Of '86 which I was inseminated, I was premeditated
The one before me was aborted but unfortunately I was created
(N Sane Chorus)
My name I state, I frame my fate
Locked and chained my gate, my brains been raked
The blame I take cause I came and I'm great
I tame my hate with the strain I stray
(N Sane)
And the outline has been outshine by a now bright
Flourescent essence, outside does that sound right?
Deep in my cores a hidden message, though they doubt the lines
That my mouth recites, it can be felt by killers who shout "DIE"
Or emotional girls that pout at night, cry themselves to sleep
Remind themselves to weep, die then hells the peak
Creatures who dine themselves on meat of the weak
Whether against the sweet or the creeps, I'll compete for a piece of the peace
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