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Anatomy Lyrics - Singles - Rascalz

Madame of ya illness 

Red-1 and the Misfit 

Diggin up the dreaded fist from the northwest 

And this is how we go like 

Well let me run down the bio 

Of the Misfit 

Burnin pyro with victim much whackness 

Im def with sickness 

A pound of vicks 

Aint makin it more clear 

As I kicks this 

>From my inferno 

Internal organs 

To do with more hits 

Watch me 

Score the bullzeye 

On the target 

As I hard hit 

And crush the metal back 

Like a linebacker 

Watch the diplomatic Illness 

After the sacker 

Bag a buda 

Knew the word laws 

Ever since the day I was tossed 

Into this world 

Hurl another rhyme 

More spice than time 

With persistance 

And no assistance 

Watch me get my 

Astronomically be my anatamy 

Has got you starving 

Misfit tryin to escape will only bring that ass for the blaze 

So check it up 

Next up to mention is the Red-1 

Kick yo style 

 

To break Down the anatomy of illness 

I get myself equipped with realness 

And hit the trail with 

A knap sack of essentials 

Shakin ya mental 

I kick that cell wall down 

The membrane gets dead ???? 

Just imagine the surprise 

When its emphasised 

Your imunity is due to me 

When you're emobilized 

By the unity 

And ability 

Originality 

No frontin on the mic 

When I arrive by the liberty 

Live and direct 

Wits a bit intensity 

The density is thick 

No say you cant touch none 

A we the 

Sick in the brain 

Lunatic Campaigns 

Through ya sector 

Eject ya 

Instead my proclaim as the protecter 

Connected to a ill cortet 

My radiation got ya ballin like 

Mots in tibet 

They lost sex 

Your allignment 

Whenever I rhyme with 

The never miss 

Very intullect you will with this fits 

Who commits to the front line 

At your time 

To show rhyme 

Body baggin into nickels and dimes 

With the devine 

You will find prophesy has to be 

Fullfilled with the illness of my anatomy