London based rappers Possessed, Psiklone and Skirmish are the geniuses behind Rhyme Asylum, a hip hop group in a league of their own when it comes to vivid, hard-hitting, multi-level imagery. One does not simply listen to a Rhyme…
INTRO:
- Run, run, run, run
- Run, run, run, run...
VERSE 1:
POSSESSED
- As fast as you can
- Fuck flame-throwers I throw flames from the napalm of my hand
- Don’t theorize I practise what I preach
- Bite the bullet as I catch ‘em in my teeth
- Intellectually God-like
- Second you step in my shadow, you developing frost-bite
- Head of a lost tribe
- Collect Cyclops' eyes not right I haven’t entered your top five (What the fuck)
- Rub Lot’s wife in the wound
- Loose cannon, diss me you lighting the fuse
- As the bride and the groom tie the knot
- Wrap the rope round their throat and then tighten the noose
- There’s no appeasing my hunger
- Prometheus stole fire from Zeus I’m stealing his thunder
- If you can’t join ‘em beat ‘em
- From out this mouth of madness comes the voice of reason
CHORUS:
- Who Goes There?
- It’s Possessed and I rep to the death for the underground
- Who Goes There?
- It’s Psiklone and I rep for the best in the underground
- Who Goes There?
- It’s Skirmish and I rep for the heads in the underground
- Who Goes There?
- It’s RA, RA, RA, RA, RA, [Raaaaah]
VERSE 2:
SKIRMISH
- Coming for blood no need ducking your punch
- Cos I’ll catch your thrown fist and crush your knuckles to dust
- Fucking with us you get impaled on a hook
- Got no leg to stand on, you shot yourself in the foot
- I’m mentally sick in the mind
- Tell the judge it ain’t me they just keep running into the knife
- A hired hit man scoping you
- With infra-red laser beams, lock load and shoot
- A secret society of a chosen few
- With home-made explosives in soles of shoes
- Scratching the flesh off of the back of my heads
- Where I want the barcode removed
- The lost twin of the son of Durell
- Bullets from loaded pistols couldn’t puncture my shell
- Nor exploding missiles never drew blood from myself
- RA put you under a spell
CHORUS
VERSE 3: PSIKLONE- I'm the genesis of metaphysics
- Never weak, I created god in less than 7 minutes
- RA stretch the limit
- Doctors are still counting my IQ’s never ending digits
- [Appear] from barrels of gun smoke
- My poison pen's ink is the blood of Marilyn Monroe
- License to drive you insane
- Never lost my voice, but sometimes it tries to escape
- Soul Reaver without a heart
- Premature, tore myself from the womb at spat out thousand bars
- Balthazar's demonic counterpart
- Blowing marble temples down like a house of cards
- Bring your reinforcements
- A mind so great I'm trapped in this body like Steven Hawking
- Drawn by evil forces
- I've been to hell and back… and then collapsed from heat exhaustion
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