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the etherealist - sharks lyrics

[hook: the etherealist] [x2]
you can taste the blood in the dark, alright
a couple crazy mother-f-ckers ’bout to bark and bite
so whoever the f-ck you are, don’t wanna start a fight
before your -ss be swimming with the sharks tonight

[verse 1: the etherealist]
i f-cking dismantle rappers. mad as a hatter; i battle and flatten attackers
shatter shackles. my stature collapses masters
you b-st-rds better learn’a never f-ck with a murderer
i’m burning ya’ with a girder. battered brains is my fervour
the further that you try to run and hide, my stash of guns and knives
will just rise in supply. i’m busting out your eyes
you f-cking with guys who ain’t shy to cable-tie your wife
and knife her eighty times with blades and nail files and bait her to flies
i’m a psycho; you might wanna roll when the lights go
walking a tightrope with a pyro. get your eyes sewn
open; i’m hoping to ghost ya’. loaded the chrome in the holster
poke holes in your throat, explosive blows through the dome; it’s over
fo’ sho’, you wanna duck the f-ck out and run the jewels
maniacal; i shank a sk-nk with f-cking icicles
starting fights in schools with knives and scalpel blades
babes get flayed alive when the f-cking shrapnel sprays

[hook]

[verse 2: cerelli]
i’m likely psycho. psychic ability
dim future with light possibility
tranquillise the lies in my search for tranquillity
let my demons out in search for my inner peace
crickets with jiminy. let my sounds speak
a thousand words painting a picture that’s worth it
a b-tch to my own rhymes: mind is a servant
tongue just serves it. blessed but i’m cursed since
lyrics are my sermons, lyrics are my sermons
now there’s a hidden, invisible halo
f-ck a b-tch; beyoncé thick. emotionally disabled
the next blow just might be fatal
shot to the heart. oh, you so vain
rip my heart out, now i’m f-cking insane
chewing through my veins; getting off to the pain
once lovestruck; hope you get struck by a train

[hook]

[verse 3: the etherealist]
(“i’mma get medieval on your -ss”) with a battleaxe; f-ck a gat
f-ck the facts: i’m gunning from the back of a thundercat
ether f-ck the game like it charging by the minute
k!lla the illest; watch your fitness diminish, witness your finish
b-tch, i spit lyrics infinite; p-ss on physics
sh-t is thickest when you sitting on my hit-list
villains who k!ll it: ether, cerelli. we deadly on the melody
steadily shred emcees; we setting leprosy on enemies
mentally with telepathy. heavily f-ck witcha’ chemistry
elegantly. we from a better pedigree
definitely ready to gun a hundred mother-f-ckers
my battle raps shatter your back; put you in crutches
i lay armies to waste with immeasurable pace
walk interstellar sp-ce while you f-ck with a arms race
i dance with fate. the free man; word to black mesa
ether dropping sh-t so hard, i split the earth at the equator

[hook]

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