Releasing Hypnotical Gases (исполнитель: Organized Konfusion)

As you look from whenceforth [bad word]  riding the wind
Thus [bad word] from birds-eye view, I'm
Descending in helicopters - in a village raid
Flesh will burn when exposed to the poetical germ grenade
Im highly intoxicating your mind - when Im operating
On cell walls to membranes, cytoplasms to protoplasms
Disintegrate em eliminate em now no one has em in battle
I display a nuclear ray thatll, destroy bone marrow in cattle
Thereby destroying the entire food supply
Thats crawling with aids, maggots, flies
Its ironic, when a demonic, government
Utilizes bionics and a six million dollar man to capture me
Clever, however; you could never ever begin to apprehend a hologram
Whos determined to fight solely, to defend in wars a land of the holy
I threw i-raq/a-rock and i-ran/i-ran
Cause I couldnt stand anymore within the depths of the sand
So dont ask me hu-ssein/who-sane
Cause the hypnotical gases are eating my brain

Twenty-thousand leagues down below,
Minus one-hundred and forty-three degrees
Seize the info, gather the archaelogists
The aftermath needs to follow this cause its, deep
Equivalent to the esophagus, spreads to scientists
A.k.a. optimus prime - time, television is, dead
On this issue and very much irrelevant to this intuition
De-leting any alias info and descriptive
Mortal calm, partition with infrared light, vision
Precision, beams
Colors, reds, fuschias, lime-greens
Black, dont you know my formulas form dope lyrics
Uplift spirits and yo I hear its fatal
To walk the path of konfusion, where its
Torture some cherish, while most human-like beings perish
Subjected to death
Their bodies dont agree with the hypnotical intellect
Poetical acid is burning up flesh
At the end of corridor do you see me sitting there
Johnny more grotesque
Literature somewhat equivalent to concentrated sodium hyperchloride
Insight, foresight, more sight
The clock on the wall reads a quarter past midnight
You feel nauseous
Forever you will avoid my royal presence as I step into darkness

I am one who is one with all things, thus the unorthodox I am
The paradox I am, the equinox extending my hand
Into dimensions to unlock new doorways
And so the light has revealed to me that there must be more ways
And so I play with rhythms, for something more than a mere game
Enabling me to advance in wisdom
Words will exist like vampires
No need for sunlight, from concentrations camps I escape
With my sanity - in 2010 every man will be
Subject to global warming, formless oval
Millions of locusts swarming
Seek and you shall find the deliverer of a rhyme
The intelligent one, utilizing the mind third vision
Surrounded by a three-sided figure, containing the brain
The triggering mechanism from which I strike
Sight beyond sight, sound beyond sound
 [bad word] from below the magma, the granite, the ground
The surface will seperate, dispersing harmful ashes
Your optics will not be able to detect
The deadly hypnotical gases
 [bad word] its hard to breathe!!! but if I got one breath left;
Ill suck wind from the valley of death, here [bad word] 
From the slums of earth to center
I reveal myself as a beast within a, unbreakable shell
Walkin through the doorways of heaven - or is this [bad word] 

As I step into the thunderdome, with flows as the wind blows
Visualize the intros, releasing hypnotical gases
Chemicals mixed, fixed, takin it to the sixth
Round of poetical warfare; energetically I walk with the flare
Rampaging like a rock-like figure
Throughout the nights atmosphere I swear
My wrist holds mind-trigger darkness cant overshadow me
Cause of high rate of smashin you, then trashin you
After I'm bashin you, with my hammer
Whenceforth passed to me, by odin
Occasionally my pro-file is low-key gamma
Rays brainwashed to transforms me
But I still withhold my hammer, to lift me up
For God still is my upliftor
	
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