Basher - Scripture (feat. Xtrah & Tactical Thinking) | Текст песни

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• Scripture (feat. Xtrah & Tactical Thinking)

These butts fall from destruction like acid rain,
Rippin’ up scripture, its binary paraphrase.
The savage fester and fry through the barren days,
Won’t matter to manufacture gamma rays.
[x2]

Wasn’t born, I was grown a lab,
Adrenaline pumped into the holes in my abs.
Shoes wired to every zone that I have,
I bleed white noise if you were to open the scab.
The rise of the robots, the anti-alkaline,
Chase the God-maker, the ????? paradigm.
Ready for war, we purified and pacified,
Bombs up in Palestine is my bloody Valentine.

These butts fall from destruction like acid rain,
Rippin’ up scripture, its binary paraphrase.
The savage fester and fry through the barren days,
Won’t matter to manufacture gamma rays.
[x2]

Galvanized grounds charge up the particles,
The modern scientist says, “Its energy’s remarkable.”
Sport the napalm that I palmed in my arsenal,
And cause more ruckus than gunshots at Carnival.

To make it worse for you, you verses my intelligence,
And my cerebral cortex is merging with ?????.
Me and my goons storm like a herd of elephants,
And leave you looking more like a surgical experiment.

These butts fall from destruction like acid rain,
Rippin’ up scripture, its binary paraphrase.
The savage fester and fry through the barren days,
Won’t matter to manufacture gamma rays.
[x2]

This sound is rolled many times and know where it’s headed,
All companions except me died upon misdirection.
Clouds circle overhead ?????
Crying acid rain; flesh and bone disintegrate.
Swept away in the landslide that follows.
Set sail but the vessel capsized in the quagmire.
Sittin’ tight til the storm subside,
Livin’ life in these tortured times.

‘Cuz I be fighting wars since the thought of Christ ?????,
Swinging boards towards, forced into fights of a tortured mind.
It’s too late to make amends;
Brain that makes you eat Italian waffles that my mates never make since.
The maggots crawlin’ from my brain feed on Pagan flesh,
Apathy coursing through my veins seen me recompense.
Suddenly caught in the quicksand,
Such is the life of a nomad sinking in the badlands.

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