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1,000 Whispers
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Illogic
жанры: rap
альбомы: Celestial Clockwork
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4x If a picture's worth a thousand words I'll paint a thousand pictures If a picture's worth a thousand words I'll paint a thousand pictures To symbolize the decibel levels bred of a thousand whispers To mummify useless unknown poems spit a shower with gold glitter Pressure increase unleash the catacomb splitters And for some reason you wonder why your puzzle is a jigsaw When you fail to decipher the mores code to simply avoid the pitfalls If need be I can get raw - just pocket the latex But that's like asking why the man with no legs crawls to see the apex Or why the young planet's seeds won't blossom into a garden Parallel to your search for stardom where you leave breadcrumbs and jargon That you can't even feel. So how's that for surface tension? Every step shows you're a worthless henchman itching to meet your maker I'd rather finger-paint than take a tainted pen and curse the paper Voice box turns cauldron, saliva boils, then thoughts are vapor If seeing foremost only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades Then a thoroughbred's accuracy isn't the focal point of perfection Therefore you trudge through waist-high sludge and caramelized paints where Prints left, taint every breath Inhale - golden oxygen, then step graciously over landmines shallow beneath the soil surface Take a small step for man and ascend a stairway to heaven on pegs To take a giant leap for mankind to stand and keep your legs What a dilemma to hold hands with Sanity's a steep cliff of gift And it seems because of your fork-tongued dreams your hands slipped Rip your canteen of get-rich schemes and set sail on the seven seas Hooker left that envy to drown in greed Before you swallow your pride and wash it down with a glass of formaldehyde I'll preserve the day the Earth fell, to symbolize how Atlas died I've tried to rush the wormhole to deliver a eulogy But the other eight planets follow me to stage a silent mutiny No more - dodging shooting stars No more - lashing of asteroid belts No more - avoiding supernovas and fear of android wealth If science and religion is the building block for a laughing stock Then the foundation should crumble at the epicenter of the aftershock The bow breaks at the vinyl spots The cradle of all this crime rate drops I've timed hate crops harvest to see if records of frisbees flop hardest Well that would depend on the trajectory And the way the projector projected me I was a hologram waiting for wind to inherit merit discrepancy Is it time for lift off? I think go-go gadget propellers are prepared Is it time for lift off? The rocket fuel was at peak in mid-week I think it's time for lift off The structural integrity seems to be holding But three astronauts were found in a cockpit falling asleep So will these thousand whispers ever hold a cleft note to sing? Or will these blisters become targets of the scorpion king's sting? Because the poison invades the veins to the stages of Hume I'll take a rain check in the same breath of a checkmate - in three moves I know everything is everything and nothing's still something else So I cleared my shelves of any signs of wealth to impress the elves My neck it holds bricks that weighs down my liftoff As a precaution I replaced the wood in the loft with something soft Your windows - they look clear but my pane's a stained glass To dampen the impression of expression anything has Do the hues you use, do they capture the pain my frame has? Or are you caught in the faces we weave, scared to changes masks? I'm the lawnmower man on a mission to slaughter the strange grass But first I must erase cyberspace and rape the track before train pass You strain cash Well I take the root of evil, make tea Patiently holding hands with anxiousness, I can already taste it There's the kettle whistle, interrupting my vision of rainbow bands The steam scolding my hand The mug shattered and I wasted it Now if a picture's worth a thousand words I painted a thousand pictures On the beautiful backdrop of butterfly kisses 3x If a picture's worth a thousand words I painted a thousand pictures If a scream is worth a thousand dreams I dreamed a thousand whispers I'll scream a thousand whispers ..
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