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Rice Torture - lyrics

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The end is where I found a new beginning
Teaching a silkworm to make [?] and fresh linen
Still spitting, head spinning like a cobra with his teeth missing
I ain't drinking what they're sipping
You can get the Hateorade, the bishop piss
Cuz no-one listens we're all about green like low emissions
Here's a new edition, sent with no hesitation
All you see is flashing' lights like interrogations
Bad presentation, every bar's a revelation
Don't hold samples, hold and leave reservation
Fuck with us like fornication
Ready to bust like a virgin on his penetration
Treat a sample like a mommy's preservation
You never had heart, you're just racing, need a machine to put the pace in
Never know who's got your back, like a mason
Stick to tracks like the dog just booed his legging


Burn out connections idiot infection
Cannabis collections from paranoid reflections
Took classes they would see in a dream
Woke up and found the knowledge in a poorer g-string
I'm an untrained animal, a built a damn out of the manual
But keep dropping' it like my hands are full
Something's watching', but is it following'?
Case on the table, is it my name they're honouring?
But keep manoeuvring', I keep it smoother than the average type hooligan
Didn't meet but you knew my pen
Or knew my friends, that's the high focus
Call a doctor, this shit is sick, better grow the dosage
Comatose kids when the flow kicks back
Girls pop 'em out so fast, they get tit lash
Too many quit rap, bring Slick Rick back
We'll sing rest in peace to the artists that switched rats


My profession's mic murdering
Approach from all angles, I'm climbing' out of the furnishings
See the cops, then I'm swerving' 'em
Three point shots, nothing but net I'm serving' em
The queens head I'm burning them
I'm living' proof you get yo dreams if you work for 'em
I lost memories like fam, I'm writing verse for em
Pissy gift now a curse when I is turbulent
When lies emerge, protect yo chest like yo sternum does
Sharpie with the flow, yeah, you know it's so permanent
I percolate where the stench of pain permeates
My words are straight unlike the curves on the girl I date
Four owls, stay masked, like a burglar's face
Flying so high, we're found right by the pearly gates
Now with a sound that gives the opposite a breakdown
Real will recognize real, the skill will take the fakes out


Live and unleashed viper tongue T
Tie your tongue around your neck, man, I'm climbing' up peaks
The mountaineer, now it's clear, a new cycle
Pedalling fast, their messing with our, survival
Terror to the eyeballs, effective to the brain
Blood sweat and tears smeared over the terrain
It's the path less travelled, the front is unravelling
The fabric disappears, now there's just a hollow mannequin
Standing in the wilderness, bewildered by the silence
Unforgiving' pain hidden deep like a sniper
Take yo best shot, fuck 'em up when I get 'em open
Like the virus on your desktop
I'm picking' words like the best crops
Stress not while you seeing red and getting sent off
The rep got bigger and I'm still saying 'F' the critics
Been dope for years and I'm still getting' better with it
Biatch!

Lyrics was added by john1x

Video was added by john1x


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