
Cyanide Protocol Istasha
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[Chorus]
Shaken to remind me again, disordered moniker
Fucked when you catch me reading the labels that said it’s all in my head
Able to you mortified, stable until emulsified
Never get it to crystallize, redirecting improvised
Shaken to remind me again, disordered moniker
Fucked when you catch me reading the labels that say it’s all in my head
Able to you mortified, stable until emulsified
Never get it to crystallize
[Verse]
Back, get him on the ground, pass out, black eyes
Nerves looking occupied, blame it on the Prozac
Fact make you backtrack, hit the tarmac
That’s mine, make it classified
Can you smell the cyanide?
Snap with the Kodak, can you still identify
You fed the dissevered days, I forget it they managed to never set you
The working class pay back shit, bird's eye see the mist, swarmed off the abyss
The lord judges I act
[Chorus]
Shaken to remind me again, disordered moniker
Fucked when you catch me reading the labels that said it’s all in my head
Able to you mortified, stable until emulsified
Never get it to crystallize
Shaken to remind me again, disordered moniker
Fucked when you catch me reading the labels that said it’s all in my head
Able to you mortified, stable until emulsified
Never get it to crystallize, redirecting improvised
Shaken to remind me again, disordered moniker
Fucked when you catch me reading the labels that say it’s all in my head
Able to you mortified, stable until emulsified
Never get it to crystallize
[Verse]
Back, get him on the ground, pass out, black eyes
Nerves looking occupied, blame it on the Prozac
Fact make you backtrack, hit the tarmac
That’s mine, make it classified
Can you smell the cyanide?
Snap with the Kodak, can you still identify
You fed the dissevered days, I forget it they managed to never set you
The working class pay back shit, bird's eye see the mist, swarmed off the abyss
The lord judges I act
[Chorus]
Shaken to remind me again, disordered moniker
Fucked when you catch me reading the labels that said it’s all in my head
Able to you mortified, stable until emulsified
Never get it to crystallize
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