Rascalz Anatomy Lyrics

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CD 1
  • 1 Temptation
  • 2 Solitaire (remix)
  • 3 Dreaded Fist
  • 4 Soul Obligation
  • 5 Clockwork
  • 6 Anatomy
  • 7 A Way With Words
  • 8 FitnRedi
  • 9 Strange Brew
  • 10 No Idea
  • 11 Chat Bout
  • 12 Mood Swings
  • 13 Blind Wid the Science
  • 14 Shock Therapy
  • 15 Shouts
  • 16 Solitaire
  • 17 Outro
  • 18 Northern Touch
  • Madame of ya illness
    Red-1 and the Misfit
    Diggin up the dreaded fist from the northwest
    And this is how we go like
    Well let me run down the bio
    Of the Misfit
    Burnin pyro with victim much whackness
    Im def with sickness
    A pound of vicks
    Aint makin it more clear
    As I kicks this
    >From my inferno
    Internal organs
    To do with more hits
    Watch me
    Score the bullzeye
    On the target
    As I hard hit
    And crush the metal back
    Like a linebacker
    Watch the diplomatic Illness
    After the sacker
    Bag a buda
    Knew the word laws
    Ever since the day I was tossed
    Into this world
    Hurl another rhyme
    More spice than time
    With persistance
    And no assistance
    Watch me get my
    Astronomically be my anatamy
    Has got you starving
    Misfit tryin to escape will only bring that ass for the blaze
    So check it up
    Next up to mention is the Red-1
    Kick yo style

    To break Down the anatomy of illness
    I get myself equipped with realness
    And hit the trail with
    A knap sack of essentials
    Shakin ya mental
    I kick that cell wall down
    The membrane gets dead ????
    Just imagine the surprise
    When its emphasised
    Your imunity is due to me
    When you're emobilized
    By the unity
    And ability
    No frontin on the mic
    When I arrive by the liberty
    Live and direct
    Wits a bit intensity
    The density is thick
    No say you cant touch none
    A we the
    Sick in the brain
    Lunatic Campaigns
    Through ya sector
    Eject ya
    Instead my proclaim as the protecter
    Connected to a ill cortet
    My radiation got ya ballin like
    Mots in tibet
    They lost sex
    Your allignment
    Whenever I rhyme with
    The never miss
    Very intullect you will with this fits
    Who commits to the front line
    At your time
    To show rhyme
    Body baggin into nickels and dimes
    With the devine
    You will find prophesy has to be
    Fullfilled with the illness of my anatomy Lyrics © OBO APRA/AMCOS

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