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letra de crackbrain (feat. jus tis) - plasthic slash & bionic the soul king

verse 1 (plasthic slash):
a psycho you might know that pipes low
some tight clothes on dyk- hoes? i like those
my biro pens hiero in cairo
i roll with hydro and pyro
chics wey be fire for bed dey eye bro’s
all of them carry wire for head like light poles
i write prose for mad men and bad friends
i smite foes that lack sense and act dense
staring at the b00bs of a mannequin as drive past rumuokoro
wifey says, “soon, you go kolo”
trying to save me but she don’t know i was born insane
in the pouring rain, so it’s all in vain
schizophrenic aviator, peculiar mayan who
flew the planes of existence over the bermuda triangle
stark raving mad like ironman in a rage
toss frying pans at a dying band on a stage
hugging henny bottles cruising past road safety
stabbed an old lady, o.a.p. wey no play me
playwright by daylight, late night with eight dyk-s
hit you with a straight left if you fighting for g-y rights
bipolar since ’88, your crase na j.j.c
i fight depression, wrestle mania like aj lee
trapped in a fugue state with tight borders, panic in me
put my bars on trial, i’ll take the insanity plea

hook (plasthic slash):
psychopath stalking potential victims at michaelmas
mark houses for arson as i cycle past
voice haunts the midbrain of idle brats
unrivalled cats unbridle gats, sh-t stains when rifles blast

verse 2 (jus tis):
alter the chemistry between the pen and the writer
take out the ink, leave me the stem and a lighter
the gem can be whiter, be clear it’s crystal meth
i can’t fight the urge, so i gotta wrestle breath
voices in my head telling me. . “nothing spoil”!
memory erasing, still freebasing with tin foils
who’s game? blue flame soothes the itching fine
so i saved the nine, cos i got a st-tch in time
i woulda pulled the trigger, can’t fool a n-gga
i gone insane, knahmsaying? i drool a litre
solely for ya eyes, in the mirror i soliloquize
“oyibo wise, the grind be going slowly for guys”
mans schizophrenic, brands is authentic
you drag from a bong? bland with yo technique
i been mad all along, you ain’t going gaga yet
my dada wept, hearing i’m bound for yaba left
possessed by demons, voices in my head keep talking
even in my sleep, chasing my dreams but sleep walking
engage in a skirmish, i beat you to comatose
let you perish in vegetative state like tomatoes
i brainstorm and verses take form like psiklones
on tracks i’m doing milestones with mic’phones
i rap heads with plasthic soon as i find a nylon
mental illness turned the booth to a rhyme asylum

- plasthic slash bionic the soul king

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