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devon c. - illicit conscience lyrics

intro: the doctor tells me i’m troubled, got problems and he’s muddled and doesn’t know what he can do, gets up trips on his shoe lace stumbles, he’s frantic trying to escape the clutches i arise from my seat with one of my crutches, beat him repeatedly bludgeon his head in till hes unconscious, enough said i’m f-cked in the head, mean but instead let him die i let him live paralyzed from the neck down to just below his thighs, my mind is illicit drugs don’t help just amplify, your apt to die if try to ratify on making me remain chained in this asylum the rest of my life, i’m illicit so if u wish to keep livin’ then listen while i get some sh-t off of my mind

verse1: i was born with the devil in my veins, at the age of four i was looking for toy to play with, found a blade of course serrated, it was sharp enough to cut through bone with the force i gave it, i walked around stocked the house like chucky turned into a night of gore and horror story, blood stained carpets, walls, upholstery, appalling and gross your hosiery was almost completely soaked and saturated your torso and head separated after being decapitate i’m only four and i’ve done more than most of your murderers before me and twice or more my age i have time to grow but only will increase my rage, my savage nature will not be stunted at all only increased ten fold, the house this savagery took place bodies decayed and moldy skeletons left by themselves lonely, i’m so cold withholding my bitterness from expression to try and lesson its exposure, draws no closure i can’t be freed holy water a cross a page from the bible are not enough to control my wicked way’s enslaved in this body no way to escape it, but the world i live in is not dainty, very dark and eery evil tainted me, taken me hostage can not leave i’m not even breathing hearts not beating but i’m not asleep my illicit conscience is something to be cautious of you may receive beatings and acts brutality malice get hit in the gut till you vomit blood, get cut up till your skin falls off, i’m going a wall, check the size of my nut’s there the size of eight b-lls, i’ll make you eat them all up thank ya’ll, thanks so much

hook: am i crazy or a maniac, made to rap this amazing zany -ss sh-t, it may be that, maybe i’m just whack, i’ve taken a lot of sh-t but still don’t give a f-cking cr-p, i think of nauseating things but possible with the drugs i take, badda bing badda bang problem solved and ill be on my way, but honestly they just fuel my need to be mean and cruel, obscene i’m just brewing even newer and improved ways of beating you, yes i am illicit and the critics are just misinterpreting my vision, this is my form of art you just play a part when i leave incisions, my l-st for violence isn’t my fault, i’m imprisoned in this horrible mental condition, but its actually satan in control of it all he’s behind all this, the reason for its existence

verse2: i capture the attention of my audience when im on the stage spitting this raw sh-t, but behind the scenes i’m not who they’ve seen, i’m pretty odd and estranged, my office is in disarray, scribbled and crippled piece’s of paper shrew and torn up all over the place, u see razors on my stand next to my gun with a full clip inserted in no dud’s, this is the pressure i feel each second, someone said [ your a little bit manic need help] let me interject you reject unless u want me to put this blade to your neck, or exchange for the tech, that should take the edge off, it’s quicker getting shot then being dissected i recommend it a lot, so don’t get offended when i say your being a pr-ck but you d-ckheads really need not be sticking around, you thickheaded inbred, b-tch, sped, rich, p-ssy whipped, b-tch -ss, f-ggot, c-ck sucking snitch stop involving yourself with my music or imma’ lose it beat your head in, contusions that’s the effect of what you get for refusing, leaving you leaking bleeding profusely from your head and need st-tches and towel for the next three days till your dead, so don’t ask me again why i’m crazed and enraged, you f-cking -ssh0l-s just have to go gauge the amount of vulgar and illicit sh-t i say in my rap’s, this is rap this is the way sh-t is, so if u stay to witness me rip this sh-t and actually begin to respect it then i might calm down on the illicit rhyming and it will die down, if not i can only repress satan so much he can take control when i not braced and change me and make me cut you up, so if u have a change of heart, then your safe but if not then i will not refrain and i will still fill each line with this dark and evil sh-t till it get’s engraved in your mind so when u try to sleep and close your eyes my illicit rhymes will catch you by surprise

outro: when u think of divine, remember the one who rhymed this sh-t and spit these lines, the one taken by evil and who is f-cked in the mind, the one who is illicit and doesn’t give a sh-t if u mind, the one who give’s you nightmares that keep u up through the night, im the one your thinking of and in case you need a reminder, i’ll drug you tug you from your bed and put you in a meat grinder (x2)
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