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letra de the target - auditory hallucinations

[intro] (javelin)
ooh..
(yeah, uh, yo..)
(auditory hallucinations.. mad bars..)

an artist, emerges from the darkness..
to stand among the hardest..
bombard you with this bomb sh-t..
now step up to the..

[verse 1] (b-raid)
(uh.. yeah.. yeah..)
target, i’m heartless..
i can start with a spark, i’m an artist..
& this carcass, nothing more than a temporary garment just to get along in..
with these words that i’m unlocking a new curse the evil is flocking, i emerge from under the thunder no wonder the world is covered in darkness..
i fear the fall, fear it all, nearing the clеaring of y’all, steering a serious cause & i’m literally fixing to pausе..
sentimental with a bit of rebellion, my riddle you better bet you felt them, i’m a h-llion containing a spell to impale skin, i’ll leave you melting, i’m overwhelming!..
the fear of a man with a tear in his hand disappears where he stands, when all of it fades away some may remake a greater place..
better stay away!..
your mine to take, mine to bait, time to straight annihilate..
violate, defile the pile this trial made for a child’s sake..

[hook] (javelin)
an artist, emerges from the darkness..
to stand among the hardest..
bombard you with this bomb sh-t..
now step up to the target..
the target..
[verse 2] (javelin)
(yeah.. yo!..)
my lines terrify like they came right from stephen king’s wrist, might be wise to flip on the lights if your ass is squeamish..
this dark & freakish exhibition of pure g*nius might put this collegiate up onto the f-cking dean’s list!..
puffing, blowing green mist when that swisher sweet lit, like the white wing dove you get hit, i’m on my stevie nix..
like tech nina on seepage..
i’m lyoto machida kicking a hoe in the t–th & leaving a slit up in your dome, cleavage, uh..
chomp rappers like piranhas when i leak ink like tattoo parlors, better retreat ‘fore your rap crew slaughtered cuz i eat beats til my t–th be tartared..
drop hot sh-t like i was up in a bathroom stall when i jotted this..
if you gotta diss better stay anonymous cuz up out my esophagus i spout a lot of them hollow tips..
we bringing the acid rain, predicting a storm like meteorologists..
so you better acclimate to the way we be changing the game with predominance..
preparing to activate armageddon & dead all the people that’s talking sh-t..
so lemme just pass to b-raid cuz it’s dawn & i need to return to the coffin, sh-t..

[verse 3] (b-raid)
dead in the grave & i’m rising up, little bit of quickness to divide the sum, when i’m in a rhyme i fly in the sky & i am one, then i become an artist with a bigger heart than a bargain, a target of another’s market when i spark this, apart with a mark to discard any smartness, an..

[hook] (javelin)
an artist, emerges from the darkness..
to stand among the hardest..
bombarding you with this bomb sh-t..
now step up to the target..
the target, oh..
& you know the target..
the target is you..

- auditory hallucinations

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