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letra de animative matrix - passionate mc

[intro]
after this there is no turning back. you take the blue pill – the story ends, you wake up in your bed and believe whatever you want to believe. you take the red pill – you stay in wonderland and i show you how deep the rabbit-hole goes

[verse 1]
in jesus christ’s name you will respect the beast
i’ve completed lines clearing more blocks in the game than a tetris piece
restless speech defends what the records keep
i am where the beginning and end meet
the infinity makes what i write breathe
after life lies death, right after deaths dies arrives me
with a rhyme steed thundering tracks at blind speeds
wondering if b-ast!-lity’s something denied reach?
for n0body will ever f-ck with this animal
why would you test me when it’s clearly reproduction as-xually?
cause you’ll be f-cking yourself in fear of the ways
my sick voice can transmit a listener hearing aids
they’re afraid and they’re stuck in a (daze/dais) like the name
for the yellow flowers that donald duck pick for his woman’s bouquet
only for me to take away when i slay ya’
have you pushing (daisy’s/daisies) like her mother when she underwent labor
i’m the cartoon freak on paper incomplete
only sketch walt disney wouldn’t keep
he tried to delete every last trace of my caliber
now i’m in the magical castle murdering every character
ill-strating a m-ssacre, try and draw a weapon
and i’ll draw a sword to your vocal chords before
you can register the intention behind its forward progression
leave your head severed and your life erased in less than
a (terasecond/terrorsecond) i’m manifesting a global scripture
’til quadriplegics sweat and pull muscles from the motion picture
scientists worldwide stand in disbelief
from the footage of me spitting raw heat
while under temperatures me-ssured at negative
273.15 degrees on a celcius read
flowing more than exhaust pipes
i broke the cold’s t–th for even thinking about giving me frostbite

[verse 2]
if you want beef i’m the terrorist in an armed jeep
on e doing hard speeds through the concrete
heartbeat traveling faster than mach three
as i stomp clean on the metal pedal when bombs reach
7 seconds, the engines reving through calm streets
only 6 left ’til we’re all dead in god’s peace
3 seconds will remain when i grab the mic
and use your mother f-cking life as a sacrfice
army fatigued vietcong flow
a k!ller like the silver gorillas in congo
the head honcho taking this language pr-nto
with sick combos making a statement beyond gold
illuminating light that would make the (son/sun) of god wonder
until you die from the rays like the croc hunter
drop thunder, spit (rains/reigns) in monsoons
dark moods coming from the cancerian cartoon

- passionate mc

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