Hitokiri lyrics

Artist  : Tha Blue Herb 
Song : Hitokiri



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Selfish words and crime of unlawful musical
preparation, Susukino of smoke and snow, all
green.
Cross-eyed tamed handler, mankillers,
O-RESIDENT and ILL-BOSTINO.
In the reality of
accumulated truth, we settle the floor and drop
it dirty.
Unjust killers, bitter, illeagal,
WE'RE TBHR.
Out the SP GHETTO, the MOST
WANTED, gracefully judge you right in you
face.
Fight the amnesia of the frontal lobe,
zen dialogue intensive meditation
method.
MIT's VIP class MIC, close my eyes and
show you my calligraphy skills.
Aromatic THC
goes at a trot, chahsed by psilocybin.
In the
capillaries blood begins to flow backwards,
potential abilities link up one after
another.
Joining up to become a great river,
I'll show you my tensity before I reach its
delta.
To be beaten down of become recognised,
I only wish that you last longer than your
predecessor.
The FRESH and unstoppable
stranger, my counter attacks as distinctive as
Beckam's.
POT DIGGER ,BUDDHA STICK and ZIG ZAG
in my pocket, infallible skills make it reach
6500/g.
We cultivate borders indeserted lands,
I feel like a top runner far ahead of the
pack.
Vivid blue MASSIVE hitting straight to
the cerebrum, this is where you experience
elightenment.
Not into temporary 'SAY HO!'
shows, no different to those who enjoy Para
Parappa dancing.

It's the working season
for hunting gimmicks, Travis likes to dis all
crappy hip hop.
I chose to become a heel out
of choice, just one of the indees from the
North.

MCs who have been compared with me
are unfortunate, I see you trembling, I bet all
your plans
are maladjusted.
After all, you
remain in second place, fortunae enough to
believe in your dreams for just a moment.
I'm
the rapper with three red eyes, the northern
battle front is no joke, there's no pause.
The
lowest unit of the GOOD MUSIC organization, now
it's the orient's turn to invade the West.
A
real-life game unike fake swordfights or sports,
the beat is a taught tight rope.
A clash of
indivisible thought circuits, ying and yang ,
high and low, twisting hydro.
A life with a
pen's calling is amazing, why don't you let me
buy all the words you never use?
The only
cruterua here me it's like you've been scolded,
proof that my words come from reality.
'Only I
am holy', directly shipping the poisoned disc, I
stab you with Concord and sit in your
memory.
A man with an encyclopedia hidden on
his tongue, intent on a true revolution without
compromise.
Yesterday's friend is also a
lovable enemy, take the jokes from the scene's
mood maker.
FUCK YOU 1ST KILL YOU LATER, just
please don't become a stripper Mr
Entertaier.

Camouflaged by the black
curtain, Tha Blue Herb style, enter through your
ear drums and snatch
away your five sences.