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Tempo: ~85 BPM (Slow, heavy pocket) Flow: Dense, syncopated, riding the snare on the 2 and 4 . (Intro - Spoken, Gritty) Yeah... Sicc-ness. The blade twist, the soul kiss... Watch the chrome split the bone from the dome, bitch. (Verse 1) The sermon's heard through the vermin's words, a certain curse to burn the herb / (Internal & Multisyllabic) My trigger finger twitches and it lingers in the pictures of the fixtures / (Chain Rhyme) I sever the spine from the bevel of the mind, a clever design to make the devil resign / (Mosaic/Extended Multisyllabic) My temple's dark, the simple art is rippin' cartilage apart to spark a heart / Demonic hooks, I chronic crooks who monopolize the chronic looks of hypnotic spooks / (Verse 2 - Double Time Switch) The soul is cold and old as folded gold, I hold the stole control to make the world get sold / (Rhyme Chain & Alliteration) Disintegrate the gate of fate and make the serpents wait to ate the plate / I slice the moon with a spoon for the goons who swoon too soon in the cocoon of the tomb / (Internal & Near-Rhymes) The wicked way I picked the pray to flick the Bic and lick the glaze, it's just a gimmick for the daze / (Hook - Slower, Menacing) *This ain't no game, boy, just stake your claim to the flame / (End Rhyme Anchor) *The scream is the theme of my dream, a bleak regime... of the
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Tempo: ~85 BPM (Slow, heavy pocket) Flow: Dense, syncopated, riding the snare on the 2 and 4 . (Intro - Spoken, Gritty) Yeah... Sicc-ness. The blade twist, the soul kiss... Watch the chrome split the bone from the dome, bitch. (Verse 1) The sermon's heard through the vermin's words, a certain curse to burn the herb / (Internal & Multisyllabic) My trigger finger twitches and it lingers in the pictures of the fixtures / (Chain Rhyme) I sever the spine from the bevel of the mind, a clever design to make the devil resign / (Mosaic/Extended Multisyllabic) My temple's dark, the simple art is rippin' cartilage apart to spark a heart / Demonic hooks, I chronic crooks who monopolize the chronic looks of hypnotic spooks / (Verse 2 - Double Time Switch) The soul is cold and old as folded gold, I hold the stole control to make the world get sold / (Rhyme Chain & Alliteration) Disintegrate the gate of fate and make the serpents wait to ate the plate / I slice the moon with a spoon for the goons who swoon too soon in the cocoon of the tomb / (Internal & Near-Rhymes) The wicked way I picked the pray to flick the Bic and lick the glaze, it's just a gimmick for the daze / (Hook - Slower, Menacing) *This ain't no game, boy, just stake your claim to the flame / (End Rhyme Anchor) *The scream is the theme of my dream, a bleak regime... of the