Macabre mind I rhyme with a corpse in sight Where the zinc drip blood and the prayers sound trite Pipeline gospel, I spit in reverse Like the dead talk back through the depth of a verse No peace in the trench, just bones in stacks Where the kids play chess with their trauma and tax I don’t just rap I awaken the grave Hash Blink every bar like a ritual blade
RAAKHBORN
Macabre mind I rhyme with a corpse in sight
Where the zinc drip blood and the prayers sound trite
Pipeline gospel, I spit in reverse
Like the dead talk back through the depth of a verse
No peace in the trench, just bones in stacks
Where the kids play chess with their trauma and tax
I don’t just rap I awaken the grave
Hash Blink every bar like a ritual blade
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