Traum
Title | Traum |
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Artist | Antipop Consortium |
Album | Arrhythmia |
Release Date | (not set) |
Description | ? |
Lyrics | [Intro: High Priest] Standing, all clear [Verse 1: High Priest] Charge! Shock your chest animate your arms My spit'll trickle cripple sickles It'll tickle a little riddle I'd rather rattle these patterns for battle atoms In essence edible packages Biters chattering nerve racking Hacking your brain's mainframe Butane flame, same pain Slain anguish A bad language? in a cage in my head Ego says Priest is the kid? ? off the stolen staco with hole my clothes Please remember to give your teacher this note I was told I would doze My flow's knock holes in your prose? [High Priest] Knocking, all clear [Verse 2: High Priest] Roger! Float? Dislodge in a modular launching Air to land watching At an angle perpendicular, no particular order Daunting words, flaunting cats Wanting fame so bad, they kill for it Out of your category slam gory Patterns of allegory Manhattan's story, rats, the 40 story falling Buildings topple No proper candle? on the news, it's 6 I move through the sticks Like the Viet Cong in the swamps Fatigue camo Cats wanna breed? to war but need ammo Murder me at the stake and spit a thousand shells And I spit back with a round of a cappells Right You might also like[Verse 3: High Priest] My style compels MCs to check themselves My cells from cytoplasms Over the chasms embedded Rage n behead it?, slage did it? with the blaster cannons I strike back on a track, I made a pact Run back under the black Shroud the night, a vow never to bow |