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letra de adrenochrome - waking android

(sample)
his performance had given me a bad jolt
for a moment i thought his mind had snapped
that he actually believed he was being attacked by invisible enemies..
“as your attorney, i advise you not to worry…
take a hit out of that little brown bottle in my shaving kit
that stuff makes pure mescaline seem like ginger beer.”
“what is it?”
“adrenochrome….you’ll go completely crazy if you take too much”
i got the bottle and dipped the head of a paper match in to it and l!cked it
“where’d you get this?”
“there’s only one source for that stuff.. adrenaline glands of a living human body”

(dsgrace)
a head of gems lie behind the emerald glint in my eyes //
i bet guys thought we were extinct like jedi //
but you’d be out your mind thinkin i’d retired //
just had to defuse a few bombs while wired //
still chill with writers and bulk wine buyers //
and we’re still lightin fires while you sulk right by us //
but there’s no bias when it comes to the art //
with spoken darts leave a smokin hole through your heart //

(kronus)
you wanna stir the sh-t pot? you can l!ck the ladle //
type to neck a pint of whiskey then flip the table //
when i say my name’s kane people joke “where’s able?” //
i strangled him to death with a cordless mic cable //
i’m the little mouse that churned the cream to b-tter //
sputter sh-t grimy like the gack up in your gutter //
the b-tterfly that fluttered by and caught your attention //
and caused a whirlwind of changes throughout infinite dimensions //
(sample)
the psychoactive effects of adrenochrome may include
euphoria, confusion, a change in train of thought
lack of judgment, poor insight and an inability to concentrate

(dsgrace)
from a pair of perpetual p-ss heads the word spreads //
we set trends venturing back from worlds end //
and taunt the frauds that only damage debutantes //
i flex my lexicon upon decepticons //
abusing brews, modify sight views //
identify another crew to drag the scythe through //
no trophies on the mantel but i don’t need to battle //
cus my 16s crunch like keane in the tackle //

(kronus)
i raise more brows than the rock when i drop sh-t //
like a people’s elbow to the heart of hip-hop kids //
smell what i’m cooking, while i’m frying your loaf //
i’m leaving you confused with the adrenochrome dose //
i move crowds and rock beats without a breather //
spit lyrics so vivid they give a synesthete a seizure //
not even a rapper just a c-cky caucasian //
so sorry if my rhymes don’t match expectations //

- waking android

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