Spine

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Frak & Nafets - Rap

Spine

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It's the moment the harmony hits It's being a part of something bigger than this particle shift It's dodging responsibility like Karma's a bitch It's a cartilage rip —the pounding of your heart in your fist It's panoramic, when he's swallowed by an acid tablet It's watching his eyes turn from candle wax to glassy plasma It's being present in his vacancy And slapping him until he awakens from his complacency It's Dangling nakedly tip-toeing through a lucid dream Knowing that its make believe but holding her translucency —It's stroking her eye lash And feeling her bones shake in the moment of climax It's the chilling of flesh, the rhythm of breath— feeling a slippery kiss on your neck Figuring out an intricate step but losing the thought like give it a rest A flick of the moment a flick of the wrist — center the motion then level the lift It's the cinematography in this monotony feeling like god for just giving a shit You feel a chill in your spine, you feel a chill in your spine, you feel it tickle and climb, you feel a chill in your spine (x2) Its the forgotten thoughts of a holocaust survivor The Alzheimers blocking out the rocket launchers fired While the atomic bomb designer Dr. Robert Oppenheimer Was lost within his mind and the guilt that he inspired (-expand-) It's watching the preacher man immersed in his belief With a megaphone the megawatts dispersed and then released His truth is absolute cuz he rehearsed it in a speech Like a cease and desist as diversion for deceased It's in your vertebrae when the curtain's raised on your symptoms It permeates and enriches the murder rate of your fiction So turn the page, but sit silent, don't turn away from your privilege Tt's when we shut our liberal white asses up and just listen It's being blacked out on white noise, a red-eye for these dreams It's weirdly opaque but clear that its fake - a blu ray for green screens Got red cards I'm blue balled and black balled, my brain scattered These shades of you are deja vu, that's a pink slip for grey matter

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