Hitokiri Lyrics

Hitokiri lyrics

Selfish words and crime of unlawful musical preparation, Susukino of smoke and
snow, all green.
Cross-eyed tamed handler, mankillers, O-RESIDENT and
ILL-BOSTINO.
In the reality of accumulated truth, we settle the floor and
drop it dirty.
Unjust killers, bitter, illeagal, WE'RE TBHR.
Out the SP
GHETTO, the MOST WANTED, gracefully judge you right in you face.
Fight the
amnesia of the frontal lobe, zen dialogue intensive meditation method.
MIT's
VIP class MIC, close my eyes and show you my calligraphy skills.
Aromatic THC
goes at a trot, chahsed by psilocybin.
In the capillaries blood begins to
flow backwards, potential abilities link up one after another.
Joining up to
become a great river, I'll show you my tensity before I reach its delta.
To
be beaten down of become recognised, I only wish that you last longer than your
predecessor.
The FRESH and unstoppable stranger, my counter attacks as
distinctive as Beckam's.
POT DIGGER ,BUDDHA STICK and ZIG ZAG in my pocket,
infallible skills make it reach 6500/g.
We cultivate borders indeserted
lands, I feel like a top runner far ahead of the pack.
Vivid blue MASSIVE
hitting straight to the cerebrum, this is where you experience
elightenment.
Not into temporary 'SAY HO!' shows, no different to those who
enjoy Para Parappa dancing.

It's the working season for hunting
gimmicks, Travis likes to dis all crappy hip hop.
I chose to become a heel
out of choice, just one of the indees from the North.

MCs who have been
compared with me are unfortunate, I see you trembling, I bet all your
plans
are maladjusted.
After all, you remain in second place, fortunae
enough to believe in your dreams for just a moment.
I'm the rapper with
three red eyes, the northern battle front is no joke, there's no pause.
The
lowest unit of the GOOD MUSIC organization, now it's the orient's turn to
invade the West.
A real-life game unike fake swordfights or sports, the beat
is a taught tight rope.
A clash of indivisible thought circuits, ying and
yang , high and low, twisting hydro.
A life with a pen's calling is amazing,
why don't you let me buy all the words you never use?
The only cruterua here
me it's like you've been scolded, proof that my words come from
reality.
'Only I am holy', directly shipping the poisoned disc, I stab you
with Concord and sit in your memory.
A man with an encyclopedia hidden on
his tongue, intent on a true revolution without compromise.
Yesterday's
friend is also a lovable enemy, take the jokes from the scene's mood
maker.
FUCK YOU 1ST KILL YOU LATER, just please don't become a stripper Mr
Entertaier.

Camouflaged by the black curtain, Tha Blue Herb style, enter
through your ear drums and snatch
away your five sences.