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ALTAR RUINS

Posted in Lirik by scrapman on Oktober 20, 2006

the medium cuddles ya with the imperial massage / mirror imaged a serious-head-concussioned god in the daily mirage / an extra-large style on top of triple-barrage / red coated fat-ass fillin’ chimneys with fudge / forget the grudge / got proletariat ambushed by television and booze / remain seated with a pedestrian chant about enjoying the boat cruise / 9 to 5 lifestyle accustomized no customers curfew / commercial laughter stashed behind the scheme of a murderous issue / Smithian legacy addressed me as the 21st century’s heresy / switchin’ frequency at mono for maximum density air superiority / bullshitin’ off that Thatcherism, got institution evokin’ pysician / to bought-up techno-capital technicians / them devious-hearted will beat ya with a backward journey to the future / givin the reality a permanent neck-bite, providing a static legal adjustment / bumrushin’ Picassos for winter house improvement / like gasoline-cocktailin’ cop station as a weekend entertainment / MC’s strive for precision, but still caught-up within / 24-7 latest version of billboards encirclement / a misleading paramount, praise the fuckin’ sermon / disciples of god re-write revelations with abundance of testosterone / even when McDonalds® restaurant occupies the lines of your Holy Quran / muthafucka still lack of skill in readin’ between the lines / I Downset my tools to speak no dead language / skilled to pay no altar bill, I rock more party than communist Mao doin’ damage /

I mosh ideas to the most lethal pit, / godspeed Hamlets who rockin with the black acid / snake spit venom at god and snitch / slit the throat of a king, i bleed my sickest blood / yer gutz rot and roll on white sheet / found guilty, passing guillotine / massive damage on masses / split the classes of dumb, deaf and blind elephants / makes illogic relevant to tha last caveman to hit the pavement / with eye-con, clandestine on basement / tounge-twistin the filthy, silly-slap tha poverty of your philoshophy / necronometry, bodycount your fuckin purity / discordance axis of praxis holocaust / revolt without a pause / lets make sure them fascist maggots pay the cost / the lost Necropolis projectiles, ruined altars, rotten carcass / the morbid flow on the higher Maracas / with the abandoned trusts plus abundance of lust / I.M.F meeting crushed for fair-trading guts for torches / smell the corpses, my graveyard discourses split wigs / like Moses split seas, burn the racists like the KKK burnt the crosses / posses Death like fuckin Napalm / call me the Master E.N.T of Ceremony be droppin bombs like Nam / consume amount of options and Pylox® toxins / they call me the Flow-letarian ambush ya Marxist doctrines / inverted infects shaping too complex a movement like / off-the-top Bergman ripped the Bolshevik-type project endorsement / i be god throwing bolts on the next phropecies coped / on the next national vote when the ballot taken with the chapped throats / buy or sell, fuck it – i shoplift some Orwells® / lets uplift some cartel activisms / call me Hakim Bey of the microphone-sufism / cuz your leftist-book selections only rock a pathetic insurrection / the plastic mass gone fascist, catacomb blaspheme / i found the passion in dancin’ over the tomb of Stalin /

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