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Consumption (feat. Aceyalone)
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Consumption (feat. Aceyalone) was released on May 31, 1999 by Battle Axe as a part of the album Balance
AlbumBalance
May 31, 1999
LabelBattle Axe
LanguageEnglish
BPM84
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Music Video

Music Video

Lyrics

Dukes and maharajas pass the time of day with me
Dukes and maharajas pass the time of day with me
Dukes and maharajas pass the time of day with me
The earth's surface hot as blowhole, so watch the spout sport
I'm free due to the odds of firearms
I was a specimen of near perfection in a college professor's pod
Now I'm the only thing you should be
Fearing for the next landing or clearing
If only time will tell
Then I'll tell time no secrets like he doesn't know
I throw beggar's bullets at Bailey's bar
There'll be bullets over Broadway for all if I fall
People in glass houses shouldn't throw stones
People who live in glass houses, don't throw stones
People in glass houses shouldn't throw stones
Cause they risk having boulders crash down on their lovely homes
Then wind, rain, sleet, snow cones come showering through your roof
Need a fine tooth comb to find the truth
Well my house ain't made of glass and my cherry it ain't no pumpkin
I'm not a backyard bumpkin, I'm from the concrete slab
Where people take anything and everything that they can grab
What's so bad is a whole lot of grabbin, a lot of jaw-jabbin
Gremlins, goblins, rabbits, squabbling amongst the ranks
From the punks to the drunks to the monks to the saints
Keep your eyes on your oxygen tank
Either is or you ain't
Either you can or you can't
Heartbeat start, skip, stop, off, crank
You go blank, you go blank, you go blank, you go blank
The fascination of the infinite consumes me
The fascination of the infinite consumes me
The fascination of the infinite consumes me
Vitality to hurt you all in virtual reality
Actual natural plants and ants, my words are crystal clear
Deep intensified trance in a relaxed atmosphere
Features options imagery high tech full color processing
Metallic existence roams through the galaxies
Trails of stardust remain
I'll crush your palace of fallacies
Warlords who swung swords now hide behind steel shields
On the battlefield, mortal weaponry stays concealed as they kneel
Once my power cosmic's revealed
I'm the Piccadilly of the carnival
The unharnessable remarkable
The sheath that holds the arguably truest
Tempered sword in the western world
I'm ahead of my time and I'm heading your way
A word of warning
The world is turning, twerking and contorting
While a ball of gas is burning
Meteor shower warnings leaving grinding grit and granite winding
The second hand towards the finding of tablets
For derelicts and martyrs, puppeteers and marauders
Juggernauts and argonauts
Who's barking iron to barter into waters uncharted
Now enter the labyrinth of Madchild's amusement
More intense than The Shining, you're in a difficult course
Feel the pressure from all angles of Prev's centrifugal force
Unremorseful sorcery, firing flames more frequent
As strength the attacker and black magic clash in sequence
My activities are extra-curricular, one particular
Immaculate, masculine, muscular, rap spectacular
Coercion, casting curses and articulate verses
What do you do when there's no response to your distress signal
And your SOS is busy, is he dead or alive?
Since I've put my mind in overdrive, I've derived this method
Of meshing and molding, shaping and holding on
To this golden microphone
Alone in the wilderness, skill-less yet fearless
I've experienced your experiences once already
Now once you're ready, I'll re-dream your dreamscape
Landscape, skyscrape, skydive into swan lake
Chasing beat breaks, we can take a cake walk
Through my program and talk megabytes, gigabytes
Kiloherz and electric inserts
I can pole vault with a lightning bolt over the wall of China
And cruise by a cruise liner
Trying to find a finer rhymer
And if I decide to sink your Lusitania
There'll be pandemonium, mania
Drowning in my aquarium terrarium
Dukes and maharajas pass the time of day with me
People in glass houses, don't throw stones
The fascination of the infinite consumes me
Now you're consumed
Consumption
Written by: Kiley Hendriks, Shane Jason Ralph
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