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Artist: Merkury Song: Colder Album: Psychosis "Psychosis" download link: http://tinyurl.com/qzvzl7r Lyrics: Who's to say that I'm not a communicator of God? Who's to say that I'm not gonna mutilate you and drop Your body off the dock, so your tomb is a place of water and rocks And you'll soon become food for the snakes and crocs The truth is you're mainly talk, few men can play the part Though they usually claim they're real, lies accumulate in they bars Like drunks, they can't seem to prove their strength with their jaws Like a school of puny minnows, swimming with sharks Get ripped apart, bitten hard, contagious and sick but it isn't SARS When I spit this I disembark from the gimmicks This isn't bitches, liquor, swishers and cars It's an image, it's a picture of pure innocence scarred This is scripture, this can split the earth, blow the richter Scale off the fricking charts, choke and injure, I'm the boa constrictor Colder than the the most blistering cold blizzard In the middle of a Soviet winter Lonely sinner, codeine administered through a needle Can't control me from inner hate and rage as it slowly simmers Hopefully it'll fade as I age, cause every day my only hope seems dimmer Some days I don't eat dinner, some days I don't wake up Some days don't sleep either, some days I don't fiend drugs Some days I got a fever for dope, and I don't mean reefer You know the procedure get a hold of the dealer So eager but take a breather Cause crooks hold these heaters Like cooks hold meat cleavers Would police research overlook my deep secrets Or put me in a cage for three years for pushing illegal substances Book my bundle of weed and seize it Unbelievable, can't go a day without fucking tweaking Unfeasible to handle the pain that I've undertaken My back is practically breaking From all the fucking times that I had it stabbed by these traitors Matter of fact I'm jaded Betrayal is disgraceful for perpetrators and painful for the victims Now there's a distance that separates us A fire fucking burns in my mind and my stomach churns At the thought that I just hide what's inside until trust is earned Some say that they stand by my side but they're unconcerned Some don't even speak to me now and it fucking hurts What are the words worth after all is said and done? At least I said something cause trust me I've heard worse Silence speaks volumes, maybe I'd fucking call you All you'd have to do is just utter the words first Jumping the first hurdle is tough but the worst burden Is were stubborn and stuck up, so I guess we deserve curses if Eagles got egos I'd rather be earth worms if People got urges, I got turbulent whirlwinds that swirl in my thoughts And curl in my neural circuits In terms of hate and anger I think that I got a surplus My verses, unfurl the state of mind I achieved Humanity versus me is, squirrels to serpents, turtles to rabbits Turn snowballs into avalanches My pen and pad is a surgical apparatus I stitch together elaborate verbal passages Massacre the masses, turn rappers to cadavers Cadavers into ashes in urns, it's sure to be terminal My terminology is purely factual Tactical attributes are impassable Travel through time at the speed of light with the mic, I capitalize As accurate as snipers and spies Master of disguise, I incite the Kraken to rise Baptized by the blood of a ritual sacrifice Chastised for rejecting the legend and path of Christ Savages appetite, beat you so bad that you barely survive And then ill have your mangled body buried alive Take a pair pliers to a pair of eyes Your spine, can only bare so much pressure before you're paralyzed I tear apart lies and apartheid, shift the paradigm Where am I from? Where the pharaohs lied What have I done but become one of their designs The hieroglyphics predicted a single heir would rise I've arrived, heir to the throne, the fucking chair is mine Be wary trying fuck with me, that's an error I'd love to grip the chrome, put the barrel right beside your dome Only reason that I don't is I'm very high If I wasn't stoned, I'd wrap my hand around your fucking throat Very tight, cut off your air supply I don't condone all this violence, I swear I try To suppress it, but it's manifesting somewhere inside I terrorize, I rarely spare the lives of all these parasites I'm paranoid thats why I always carry knives And other weapons, any second I'm prepared to die My solitary mind welcomes death I'm never scared to die I carefully tide my time, hiding in the shadows Some day I'll break free from these fucking shackles