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lirik lagu auditory hallucinations – auditory hallucinations

[intro] (javelin)
yo, auditory hallucinations..
in control of this simulation..
let’s go..
yo!..

[verse 1] (javelin)
i watch the quarter sack sink to scr*p, drink & pass, we could dance, we could leave in a mitsubishi ma’am..
we could leap quantumlly into false modesty but i’d honestly like to suck the pollen right from the noggins of all the mocking shop*talking abominations walking gaia’s face, disgraced rudderless vessel haunted by davy jones, deep in his watery grave i lay for who knows how long, waiting to be taken, wave upon, wave upon, wave upon..

[verse 2] (b*raid)
open your mind, lifted inside of all the vices, stabbing the eyes of who decides what is righteous, i might just end up getting wasted when i write this, time seems to fly by when i’m confined in this simulation, i’m pacing to buy this, forty formulations, i’m taking satan’s staff to stab the backs of the whack ass, l!cking ass cracks, sucking mothers..
i don’t have to make sense when i rhyme with brothers, f*ck the impact when i face another broken rubber.. (rubber..)

[verse 3] (javelin)
brace for impact, if it takes a grin, pat on the back & a badge to make you grateful you made tracks for these mad cats slapping the boom bap then you in fact only do music for the sake of who’s kicked back youtube*ing your catalogue, locking on to the heartless, kingdom heart sh*t, heart of king kong, star witness to y’all falling to shot*caller, baller, mall walker, walker texas ranger, hot drops, throat sore from the god talk, gimme a cough drop..

[bridge] (javelin)
if this a simulation we own the controls..
auditory hallucinations..

[verse 4] (b*raid)
flat on my back, i feel the bass start thumping but no one’s jumping cuz all of my fans are bone bumping, i own nothing next to a pile of sh*t & cold dumplings, sold the soul of a stone, so no, i’m not mumbling, stop thumbing the pics of chicks on tinder thinking you’ll find a fit to stick when you’re alone & bitter..
i’m in a different mutation of caucasian..
either that or i got drunk & mixed up in a simulation..
[verse 5] (javelin)
i should typewrite my lines, i tried slice of life writing, white*outed too many tight ideas, i muzzled my vocab, soaked pads like tampax, i snapped in my verses, i guess this puzzle’s a rap..
befuddled you stumble in trouble cuz ah is bubbling, can’t take the sun in when subtle un*humbling brothers roll in like a storm, you’re divorced from your brain thinking this wasn’t war..

[hook] (javelin)
you back away from javelin & the b*raid..
what you say could never contest this..
you pass the j & it’s ash after you hit it..
you’re gonna trip if you listen to this while lifted..
cuz we got mastered minds..
you hear the javelin crying…
why?, oh why would you write another line?..
when we been writing for eons, styling free form, so it ain’t no cheat code this deep flow that we on..

[bridge] (javelin)
if this a simulation we own the controls..
auditory hallucinations..

if this a simulation we own the controls..
auditory hallucinations..

[verse 6] (b*raid)
(uh!..)
ripping the mind, get up & fly, give it a minute to make up a sentence to limit the rhythmic artistic insight, spitter might whip you like some bisquick, you’re the intense to my indent, when i invent another lyrical indent in verses.. (woo!..)
we carry rap like b*tches carry purses, all the time!, so don’t be scared if i come baring words that make you shiver & shake, quiver & quake, sinner to a primate, the mindstate’s delivering hate but hey.. (whoa!..)
we all have emotions, flow through us like your girl flows through barracks of old men.. (haha!..)
d*ck eater the sick pleaser just slipped in to pick a peter perfect formula for a disease breeder, no teacher i don’t want to take a break, i’m on a roll like b*tter rolling down the last roll that i ate..
okay, that was lame but there’s no better metaphor for four wh0res in 4×4 fords..
[verse 7] (javelin)
i been that bottom feeding rock bottom monster, hip*hop apostrophe hanging on to his honor in spite of somber*ish songs, with a longer tongue than a lizard, i fl!cker it at the pondersome thoughts of harmony, on my feet i bebop..
cowboy, check the foul void in his mouth tasting of altoids & sour diesel, amounts to weasel*ish southbound heathen, he greases the engines, he leaps from the fences of three weeks in a cubic cell, super jealous of dudes living every day a weekend..
but it’s ingenious, rapping, singing & sleeping, waking, rapping, singing, sleeping, repeated..

repeated..

[verse 8] (b*raid)
well this time it’s i who typewrites all my lines, i’m gonna tie*dye my mind & revise all the rhymes til i reach out & cry for the mind of a guy, can only handle so much before it combusts into oblivion..
any men, living cold*blooded like an amphibian, better listen in or end up off in the caribbean in a pen..
living with cynical indians, think it’s the minimum wage, penning up rage, f*cking deranged, this is the product that you await, if you come in again, f*ck the revising, i’m just gonna smoke until my eyes bleed, please try me if you wanna see inside the mind, might need psychiatric evaluation, stabbing all the patients, i’ll be taken like kevin bacon dating a f*cking pisces..
so back away from javelin & the b*raid, get siphoned or tied up like b*raid without the hyphen..

[hook] (javelin)
you back away from javelin & the b*raid..
you back away, you back away..
you back away from javelin & the b*raid..
what you say could never contest this..
you pass the j & it’s ash after you hit it..
you’re gonna trip if you listen to this while lifted..
cuz we got mastered minds..
you hear the javelin crying…
why?, oh why would you write another line?..
when we been writing for eons, styling free form, so it ain’t no cheat code this deep flow that we on..

[outro] (javelin)
if this a simulation we own the controls..
auditory hallucinations..

- auditory hallucinations

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