Текст песни Chronicles of Death (feat. DJ Mysterons) - Mic Bles

Spit it volatile, impostors are no obstacles
The chronicles of death like these cameras up in the hospital
Spoken words from the pain out thee abdominal
I dropped the record and rappers are calling audibles
My kindness never weakness I speak this I'm only half as nice
Twice the animal on microphones but never half the price
Last and final warning Pennsylvania to California
No trigger warning distorted blood scribed into recordings
That's how I'm ending them clock is ticking on pendulums
Fraudulent artisans and artificial intelligence
Coded in the messages there's poison in my commas
Piranhas in the streets and the drama double entendres
Dead on arrival its really I never needed them
Egos a helium oxygen lacking thee ingredients
Squeeze the juice out I'm bleeding the intermediate
Immediately grieving this isn't for social media

Camouflaging your epilog with the wordage
Nothing lasts forever in time we let them burn it
Mastering the art from the years beneath the surface
Praying to The Holy Bibles last the final service
Absurd when I word it, yeah the god of audio
Eternal in the land of flesh until I'm sayin adios
Doses for your diagnosis, final moments came the closest
Your last goodbye homie so buenas noches
Ghost when I'm approaching dope I wrote it potent
Desensitized like I'm sniffing coke with no emotion
Never sugar coated, pure undiluted
Distributed to clientele no traces from computers
Never muted, rooted Switzerland to Munich
Students of the game now we spread like pollutants
Snakes in the grass watch for Judas and collusion
Immortal thru the music so when I'm here no longer human