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    "Intro (Hallucinagenics)" Lyrics


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    Runnin' wit' 5 lane bros, seein' things. Here's ya intro
    to acid hallucinagenics. Human beings... Y'all 12 rap on that.

    I take this war shit deeply
    You should be avoiding my recording
    I take this war shit deeply
    'Cuz murder's my rewarding [x2]

    So many trials and tribulations
    Havin' wicked conversations
    With God and Satan, thug and desperation
    So many killas across the nation
    Live in anialation, but I'm ready to kill some shit
    Mental patient, impatient
    Watch me change the situation wit' this murder demonstration
    When I blow your ass away when you out free-basin'
    Still runnin' up in the race, facin' racists
    Just racin', comtemplatin' suicide still idle time wastin'
    Still a Nation Ahead of Time And Space
    The rag over my face
    If you ride wit' me you might end up in a police chase
    I will not surrender
    I don't recommend the Wicked Shit for you
    You just a hoe, and you can't do what I do
    It's hard to perform under these circumstances
    Penitentiary chances
    Watch the devil when he dances
    You'll need an ambulances, puttin' em in trances
    Hypnotize, watch you wake up when I snap my fingas
    Open ya eyes, open ya eyes


    I take this war shit deeply, peep me
    Never hang where the weak be
    Always woke, never sleepy
    I keep the uzi and I'll wet you like a jacuzzi
    Kick shit like a Suzuki, hit you wit' the Horuki
    Back up offa me
    What the fuck
    Niggaz get that cash up
    Hoes bounce that ass up
    Back up offa me
    What the fuck
    Niggaz get that cash up
    Hoes bounce that ass up
    I shoot a little 'caine
    Paranoid insane
    'Panic Attack'
    I'm manic
    Stressed the fuck out
    Keep the heat on me at all times
    So my shirt it kinda stuck out
    Don't make me draw down and buck out
    'Cuz where I'm from when the guns bust
    They leave ya fuckin' guts out


    So many rules and regulations
    Bein' broke, death by speculation
    The world's fascination with self afflicted mutilation
    How can I obtain the power through manifestation
    Immortalized and bomb mummification
    Peep the translation, check communications
    Run at top secret operations
    This song was submitted on September 29th, 2015 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Thanks to Ray for the contribution to this song.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc..
    Written by Mark Edward Smith.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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