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