Tabs - 1080 Mile Radius (Lunatic) lyrics

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Tabs - 1080 Mile Radius (Lunatic) lyrics

Just like that, (Yeah.) it's just silence (f** you, There's no silence) f** yourself.( I don't even like silence.) Why do I even do this.( I wonder that all the time)I don't know, I don't know why you do anything dude.(f** this is a Song) You're a f**ing loser. why do you get up? (Yup it looks like that time again)Why did you survive the suicide? Why did that happen? , I'm gonna have to go in and just slay it with rhymes. (Yo show 'em, k** these motherf**ers, jus..just do it. Do it.) Yeah some night sh** On some knight moves known for hooking when I strike dudes Took to central booking n***a's looking like food Pigs we fight through and triggers might shoot But on 80 proof liquor think I'm quicker then light moves Swifter then IQ's in the mind of Einstein times 2 Picture the prime time in my mind when I shine through It's true pigs can fly you can die from the swine flu Confusion by design paralyze what ya spine do Illusions rule the mind you cosign to what you find true I knew you were blind lemmings follow in line behind you Lucrative rhymes are paradigms of my divine view The future is mine and I'm enshrined with a sublime proof Define truth to euthanize who despise the root Shoot you in the eyes hypnotized by the guise of loot Survive a nuke rebuke the tide that had tried to roost Reclusivly hide before my foolish pride tied the noose Crucified if you decide to side with politics Where wallets get demolished when they pay for ya college scholarship Working blue collar shifts get striped of dollars with No solace for the novice impoverished living in squalor's pit I'm William Wallace b**h screaming Valhalla While Kabbalah crafts the Golem I'm solemn to what the problem is I'll knock the columns with the fury of Samson The temple stanchions getting crushed from my destructive expansion I'm enhancing the ranting tantrum spit an anthem of wild craziness My brain makes me a thousand and eighty mile radius I'm Wayne Brady smacking a baby off ya ladies tits The sh** I spit lately so crazy I think I may be sick The sh** that they played me like it greatly immersed purpose Is the purpose my verse surfaced to take a sh** on the circus Your a worthless piece of sh** from flatulence of a** hole accidents So acclament an attempt before heaven's sent a scent of your sacrament I'm an active applicant adapting trax till your synapses spent An immense sense of energy in the telemetry of how many laps it went No sense of levity or brevity in my mental telepathy I'm respectively the best and even d**h is scared to get next to me Impressively manifest to express the Akashic Records I reflected galactic rifts with my immaculate methods I'm too invested in this sh** when spitting seismic soliloquies The abilities exponential form all of my mental facilities The essential utilities k**ing these leagues of thieves of oxygen With toxin you shouldn't breath you wouldn't believe how it rots your skin The blots being to dim your state of complexion And any spot the you been in increase the rate of infection With connection to the caustic anamorphic sense of the viral strand Expanding through the spiral snuffing the vitals of any rival clan Commanding tidal wave conveyed by all my primal rage Which prayed on your survival way worse then any Bible Plague ...k** them k** them all now !!!