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    Текст песни Crazy C - Chapter Three

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    I kick back and eat a mushroom cap
    relax, and anticipate realities collapse
    perhaps, I'll never leave this state of mind that I'm at
    I find some cats chillin-straight spittin' some raps
    I start trippin' at last
    so I joined their freestylin'
    you wouldn't believe the shit my mind was compilin'
    my lyrics turned violent
    my actions followed suit
    I recommend silence or expect a dispute
    mutha fuckaz confused by my altered attitude
    so I battle fools, till I achieve complete gratitude
    I'm an erratic dude, plus a weed addict too
    you caused static while I was trippin' and your life turned to ruins
    I devise a way to infiltrate your fucking platoon
    and thanks to the shrooms, I'll be chillin' on the moon
    to bad I'm on the dark side feeling marooned
    bumpin' natural born killers in my personal tomb
    doom and animosity have caused so atrocities
    like Socrates philosophies
    I analyze your hypocracies
    My lyrical velocity will conquor any fucking beat
    fuck with me and get your ass drowned in the dead sea

    REFRAIN: (TBD?) Were gonna do this here
    And were gonna do this right
    I'm narrorating chapter 3
    so give me the fucking mic

    I walk into a crowded room
    resembling an Egytian tomb
    I tip the bottle of doom and soon my minds consumed
    the liqour blooms and conqours my brain waves
    so I improvise with these wicked days
    attacking conformist with stray bullets from a.k.'s
    blazin' herb till I reach that purple haze stage
    enraged, I write page after page
    about my attempts to escape this cage
    my pen exploding like a high caliber guage gun
    no one respects where I'm coming from
    but I aint done,
    I master you bastards by attacking like a fascist
    passive rappers are nothing but hip hop actors
    after hearing your lyrics I'm filled with laughter
    give me the mic, so I can recite an extended chapter
    where I capture your soul and shred it like a blood thirsty raptor
    stick your reminicse in the trash compactor
    and watch you crumble like a cracker
    snatch you out of your reality faster than a car jacker

    I'm a new vanilla flavored rapper
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