Chimes of Freedom (Live in Manchester, May 14, 2025)

Madrox & The R.O.C. - Rap
Chimes of Freedom (Live in Manchester, May 14, 2025)
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Duration: 7:18
November 29, 2024.
Lyrics
[Verse 1: Madrox] Natural born, unique I came to form How was a horse without a horn a monster's unicorn? Clothes tattered and torn, I knew my role before I helped it And counted my chickens before they hatched I cannot help it I'mma schizophrenic psychopathic addict of death With broken wings and no more chains around my neck See they got the game in check, while I'm out here busy making a mark We represent for things alive in the dark Carnival arts, watch me paint with blood and juggle severеd domes All within your living room inside your private homеs Publicly ugly and bloody, I roll with R.O.C. yo And fuck you and anybody thinkin' that you're on our level Diggin' graves all day long dig seven Feet deep bury 'em and bring 'em close to heaven Drag 'em down to hell inside a ride I call aggression But we wanna kill 'em so it's more obsession, naturally [Hook] K-I-L-L-I-N-G, I wouldn't wanna be 'em Couldn't be 'em if I tried, rather kill 'em all goodbye I'm just another one of those damaged individuals You can see the malice in my eyes, blood up on my clothes Natural, Natural born I'm a criminal Wicked shit, underground, all a killer knows Natural, Natural born I'm a criminal Wicked shit, underground, all a killer knows [Verse 2: R.O.C.] Sick things, one two, days passed through By design the mind is stretched to the brink Who, so much destruction Seen through windows, no blushin' Peelin' back the Egg McMuffin Put you to sleep like Robitussin Hahaha! You think I'm bluffin'? Maybe I am, maybe I ain't Sit still and watch the walls until it's wet paint The opposite, sit sit sit down fore you get knocked down Therapeutic sounds make your head go round For round dominoes that fall like they been punched by Tyson Ran over by bison, want some excitement? Tell them folks that we'll light they ass up quick like [?] No this ain't a game no Coleco, look through the peephole Sw-sw-swish like a free throw Natural born aimin' at your brain, no sequels [Hook] K-I-L-L-I-N-G, I wouldn't wanna be 'em Couldn't be 'em if I tried, rather kill 'em all goodbye I'm just another one of those damaged individuals You can see the malice in my eyes, blood up on my clothes Natural, Natural born I'm a criminal Wicked shit, underground, all a killer knows Natural, Natural born I'm a criminal Wicked shit, underground, all a killer knows
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Credits
- Writers
- The R.O.C.
- Madrox