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Solid
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The Crimson Syndicat
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- SOLID (lyrics) plain and simple X2, you tell ‘em You can run but you can’t hide, TCS will find you we’re going worldwide Solid as a rock, the Syndicate and ApRock We crack skulls around the clock [bad word] the whole world, trust I mean every word, I’ve lived and I’ve learned I’ll burn bridges as I flip you the bird I’ve lost all faith, the power of hate I incarnate The sound will demonstrate how my will to dominate will suffocate The competition, I’m a man on a mission Like Dying Fetus, I “Destroy the Opposition” The definition of Crimson is demolition My words are ammunitions, leaves you out of commission, punk! Gonna make you sweat ‘till you bleed I wash my hands with the blood of my enemies Killing Sprees are my specialty I’m guilty on all counts for brutal crimes against humanity No matter where I’m at, I’m always steadily ready for combat That’s why they call me The Aftermath I’m on a left-hand path state of mind I puke on your compassion to the weak, crippled and blind The name’s Krownz, you keep clownin’, I’ll be crushin’ yo fate TCS is homicidal, brutal soldiers of Hate For over centuries of total, global mic domination I use my deadly rhymes as a [bad word] [bad word] lethal weapon One cobra spit, three [bad word] words, [bad word] YOU POSER! The flow is like a napalm raid, it’s a massacre Yo, here I am still shining on the blackest of thrones Unleash the [bad word] crushing all your bones Chopping off the hydra heads of your baptism Cross ‘em out and put a K, its pure [bad word] Kataclysm Crimson kill a beat, we are the Swarm The Syndicate is the beast, yo face we stomp Let the blade cut this [bad word] nest right above your head Blao! Now you’re [bad word] dead! You can run but you can’t hide, TCS will find you we’re going worldwide Solid as a rock, the Syndicate and ApRock We crack skulls around the clock We don’t care if you can’t bear with our thoughts that rip and tear Grip yourself to the snare beats, with bass lines that can’t compare Wear your mind down to the sound, Montréal’s our town All of us around us know you’ll end up in the lost and founds To all you [bad word] I regret you cannot see The value of lyrical awakening, get back to the beginning You’ve reached fame and glory, but you’ll never make history I don’t care about steeze, much more on how you bleed Our literature allows nature to unleash furor Scandalizing our kind, we’re just truthful with our mind Read the signs, not weak rhymes, on good times and high crimes I ain’t here to make a dime, but keep track with lost time You defeat will make you weak and mark up my streak Scalpel to the cadaver, I like to torture [bad word] TCS and ApRock ,I represent the shamrock I just a mean [bad word] struck with badluck who got stuck! Here is Strychnine, waiting for the right moment to strike While people everywhere are crying; asking why and why? How come you’re still around, insulting the crowd like that? Trying to rap, shaming yourself over despite the fact That you plain suck at Life niggah, Solid yo! And I ain’t talking about the stupid board game you know Its obvious, yet you persist in wasting everybody’s labor Its ridiculous, just quit [bad word] it, and do us all a favour Whack emcees be knockin’ at my door, get chase by hounds and decapitated Chopped off heads, I be lining them only to mock the feds Murdering is soothing and its helping me meditating You’ll come up missing, your dead body well hidden in my kitchen sealing GET THE [bad word] AWAY FROM ME! I might just flip the [bad word] out, bug the [bad word] out and split you open like a bunch of oysters Shoot down an entire bus full of bible kids, burst in laughter Call it “Tourette Syndrome Rap”, peace out to Hitfarmers! You can run but you can’t hide, TCS will find you we’re going worldwide Solid as a rock, the Syndic
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