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lirik lagu jon phonics - raw ingredients

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[verse 1, cyrus malachi]
compose a head banger
flow like the blows of a sledgehammer
pure dope
no novocaine in my stanza
blow your brain like
modified strands of ganja
me and jehst invoking alphabetic rapture
with quotes of infectious grammar
you f-ggots are diametric to my stature
i’m built like stone obelisks
attack like an army of bolsheviks
your flow’s erroneous
split your dome in bits
like when the chrome toaster spits
i stay true
body you like [?] in beirut
leave you hanging like strange fruit
from industrial evergreens
we grew from a strange root
percussion remedy
for dissipated loops
i rhyme preciser than an eyegl-ss
in my presence your ink shrinks like a gastric byp-ss
which one of your crew wants to die last?
i’m nice with bars
strip off your wifey’s bra
as she slides down my iron shaft
that leads to the pharoah’s antechamber
swinging fire [?]
jamaican overproof with no chaser
in the face of danger
i stay calm [?]

[chorus, jehst and cyrus malachi]

ain’t nothing pre packaged
except the cd shrink-wrapping
draw for the chopping board
chop it raw
it’s the tamarin orator
and the high plains drifter
dilate your mixture!

ain’t nothing pre packaged
except the cd shrink-wrapping
draw for the chopping board
chop it raw
it’s the tamarin orator
and the high plains drifter
dilate your mixture!

[verse 2, jehst]

chop the raw ingredients, plea for mercy call for lenience
to me these mcs are all comedians
i’m an evil g*nius
flows got you open, 24 corner store for your convenience
precise orchestration
plot presidential -ss-ssination on the day of your inauguration
leave your toupée
flapping like jfk
stack cake like flapjack on a baking tray
pave the way for guerilla armies
k!ll ’em calmly
banana clip spitting in the party
like a hold-up
when i roll up
royal flush, blud
make your house of cards fold up
f-ck the synthetic
crush your hollow aesthetic
run the track athletic
you’re low-rated like bad credit
i stay highly acclaimed
when i write i take time with the page
9/11 and i’m flying the plane
my psychologically defines the insane
this high grade is frying my brain
electrified like frankenstein
bolt in my neck
the incredible
hulk in effect
bow down, lower your head
roll out the red carpet
roll the end credits, blud
heads roll when i get started

[verse 3, cyrus malachi]
i send a thousand volt electrical surge to perceptual nerves
put you in a [?] with an [?] verse
take flight like [?] of [?] birds
[?]
and i was raised on the wickedest kerbs
where the mentally dead [?]
that’s why i trick you spiritless figures into pillars of salt
i flip acidic rivers k!lling [?]

[verse 4, jehst]
the most non-pretentious
cellulite hanging off of the track
f-ck your collagen injections
under close inspection we’re certified flawless
fallen angels
singing your divine chorus
wreck shop like the fly taurus
the authors of books
building with the orphans of cush
when i take a long draw of the bush
spark the [?] flame
brainchild born on the page when i procreate

[chorus, jehst and cyrus malachi]

ain’t nothing pre packaged
except the cd shrink-wrapping
draw for the chopping board
chop it raw
it’s the tamarin orator
and the high plains drifter
dilate your mixture!

ain’t nothing pre packaged
except the cd shrink-wrapping
draw for the chopping board
chop it raw
it’s the tamarin orator
and the high plains drifter
dilate your mixture!


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