DEVILISH TRIO — IN MY SYSTEM
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[Intro]
Smoke a junt
Roll a blunt
Then you pass it to the front
Rollin’ indica
The chickens in my fuckin system
[?]
Smoke a junt
Roll a blunt
Then you pass it to the front
Rollin’ indica
The chickens in my fuckin system
[?]
Smoke a junt
Roll a blunt
Then you pass it to the front
Rollin’ indica
The chickens in my fuckin system
[?]
[Verse 1: HYDRA]
I’ve lost my mind now I’m trapped inside
A maze that never ends
I can’t control these violent thoughts of schizophrenia
The madness has a grip upon my soul
I’m goin’ crazed
Within myself, I’ve lost control
I cannot show it so I choose to hide the stress
Spark this junt to ease the pain I feel inside
But this infection
Always seems still remain
I guess I’ll never learn my lesson
Lifes a bitch and then you die
I choose to wrestle with devotion
Sickness travels through my system
From the path that I have chosen
As the snake, he slithers on I walk adjacent with my brothers
Never will I be alone inside this hell but still I’ll suffer in the flames until I’m gone
Corrosion eats away my brain I struggle heavy with this demon
Every night is just the same
I’m tossin’ and turning while I sleep
There’s message in tounges and its reading of evil the devilish trio is hiding beneath you
Were right at your feet can’t you feel the releasing of innocence rivers are flowing with blood
The beast of hatred feeds in vain the witches brew is ready now
A taste of poison tends to change you
In this world, there’s only lies and vague illusions made to kill
The government preys on its sheep
Your life is hanging on a thread
The puppet master pulls you on
Until he chooses to bring death
The devil has you in his palms
And now revenge is what you’ll get
Behind these senseless acts, murder comes a consequential right
We all are sinners who will burn just like this blunt I’m ’bout to light
And through these wounds, we all will learn to keep our necks above the sand
‘Cause yesterday it don’t mean shit
Until tomorrow comes again
[Verse 2: BAKER]
Ever since I was a kid I Knew that life was just a joke
I never had no fuckin hope so negative was my approach
All these lessons have awoke
Through memories, these thoughts provoked
My views of life aren’t soften spoke
I’ve seen the truth behind the smoke
The mindset is vicious the way of religion
Their worth of a life and beliefs are an illness
They try to instil this In minds of the weak
Just do as we say and you’ll get your fulfilment
No room for forgiveness now why would you live this
Just pawns in the game of the powers that be
The world is asleep why can’t you see
Hell is this earth all I see is the greed
A tainted seed that thrives in commotion
Now witness the death of humanity
I call for dismay My wellness decays
As I fall into insanity
As everyone’s panicking I feel the grace
Nosediving in thee abyss that awaits
Tasting the blood as it drips down my face
Grin as I see all the life laid to waste
The moon and sun now become aligned as one
Enter in the shadows of the light
Despair your friend my son
Soon I know my end will come
But through these words, I’ll now live on
This brotherhood of three is strong
We’ve found the place we now belong
In the waves of distortion smoking on a blunt of death
Past the line of sanity, I fear my goodwill is inept
No remorse you’ll get from me I pulverize till nothing’s left
Burn these pests until extinction feel the fire in my breath
Through this message find the code
For what you seek is what we hold
We lit the flame to what was cold
And put the darkness in your soul
From In these sounds of split dimension
Deep in the void, you’re having these visions
The trio’s infected your mind with the sickness
Now bow to these masters and show your commitment
[Outro]
Smoke a junt
Roll a blunt
Then you pass it to the front
Rollin’ indica
The chickens in my fuckin system
[?]
Smoke a junt
Roll a blunt
Then you pass it to the front
Rollin’ indica
The chickens in my fuckin system
[?]
Smoke a junt
Roll a blunt
Then you pass it to the front
Rollin’ indica
The chickens in my fuckin system
[?]
