[Possessed]
Yo, I bring devastation to life
The schizo that spit those sick flows till brimstone rains from the skies
I'm lacerating a slice outta your throat
When I sculpt the chip on my shoulder into the shape of a knife
The evil Spriggan, searching for Noah's Ark to blow up the planet
My tongue's the Vulcan cannon on Bonaparte
With huge claws, my troops swarm with brute force
Spit rhymes inside the eye of monsoon storms
I drive sharp borers through the sides of armed forces
Underestimate us, get crushed by these dark horses
My flow bursting unexpected like flash floods
Had bad luck since I bust out my dad's nuts
I'm dead cold like troglodytes found in blocks of ice
Only regret from school is not reenacting Columbine
The one and only fatal Possessed, angel of death
Resurrect every dead rapper just to be labeled the best

[Manage]
I demonstrate my demon state when these vocal tones penetrate
No ramping with this renegade, escapade or center stage
Enter rage when I fill the page with ink stains
Do it for the slit veins and my man Conflix' mixtape
Escaped from hell, now I'm back free to spray
Seize the day, any means we slay, repping with this
Illegal Aid
I'll feed your brain with a seed of pain that grows to leave a chain of hate so you make your fate with a razor blade
You can cane an eighth, claim you're high as the clouds, B
I'm in a sea of dead people with demons trying to drown me
There's no chance of sleeping safe and soundly
I need space around me, instead of these tower block surroundings
Resounding gunshots is the music of the nighttime
Inspires me to write rhymes, other rappers on the sidelines
Step wise, I rigged the floor with landmines
For the ones that play deaf, I'll smash your crew with hand signs
(You wanker)

[Conflix]
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Chatting with Death
He said he'd bury me in Raccoon City and bring me back from the dead
I was slain, actually, yes
But that was a test to see if any rapper would actually stop seeing me as an actual threat
In fact you're a pleb
You wanna blow up, I'll make you stage dive your crew with a grenade strapped to your chest
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[Manage]
Stuck in the corridors, another holocaust
Collision on a course, of course I'm not one of yours
Enforce my thoughts, four horsemen on tour
Raised in the days of war, razor blades and gore
I wasn't made pure, grew up to hate law
Clenched fist to break jaws, in this to take yours
Invest to make more, the game's a blood sport
Huddled on the floor like incest and raped whores
I stay raw, for the people in my section
A lost mind that sees evil in reflections
Dr. Death, perform cerebral inspection
Break the code of conduct with this lethal injection
Reach for your weapon, them mans are half-stepping
I tear apart a veteran then start on his bredren
For my man Conflix, ripping up the session
Mr. Manage on the mic, yo there's no second guessing

[Conflix]
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