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Album: Made in Nepal
Artists: Loorey Boka Mystic Cyclops

See There Aint No Philosophy, I talk Straight Don’t Follow Me,
U believe in Democracy, I perceive a Hypocrisy,
Natzis were to retarded see, But As Far As Democracy,
It’s a Form That Bothers Me, The storm will follow me
As I become a Victim of U.S.Foreign Policy,
Amidst the crowd, I find hard it Hard-to-breath,
“Hang the n*” is what they start to Scream,
My Wife’s a killer and wants To Part his Spleen,
The Priests a Sinner and Shouts to Carve the Teen
Maternal Suicide, U crucified Jesus
Conforming to a lie, U glorified fasces.
A moral Enterprise is forming Many Lies
The crowd just improvises and Rides a dick of mine
I’m not blind, When I fall U’ll criticize,
Ur balls Solidified in Mobs with Brittle Guys
Who seemed Belittled Alone, But Rise with civil knives
The Mob is here and it wants me Lifeless,
I’ve got ma Vices Which They Don’t like kid,
Unfortunately I caused a riot killing dozens forming a crisis
Stick Ma middle finger as thousands Siren
One-man Alliance, Stupid CROWD IN voted in a Tyrant,
And I’m not fond of,
How the crowd just Ignored Rwanda

Chorus: X 2

**** the crowd, **** the crowd
Cause these **** don’t know what we talking about
I say **** the crowd **** the crowd
Cause these snitches don’t know what’s coming around

Verse – Looray

I dispose hardcore metaphors like a samurai’s sword
I makes ur chromosome flow, from the spinal chord and explode
Your cranium with’cha brain scattered on your dance floor
All these cats-know, loorey gets his haters lean back like fat-joe
I’m the black hole; i sniff ur hateration thru my flat-nose
And cripple ur back bone, cause the anger in my nerves over loads
I’m not David Blaine, but my shows are just off the dome
Eyes opened wide, ur neurons terrified, the jaws fell off
I’m the systematical, the rap-cannibal, metaphorical sickness
Staying classical even though these ****** hate me
These snitches take me as a renegade, they never embrace me
But who gives ****; **** the crowd dawg, I GOT NO PROBLEMS LIKE JAY Z
SO Ii stay free, low down and dirty, crazy as the death rate caused by tsunami

Chorus: X 2

**** the crowd, **** the crowd
Cause these **** don’t know what we talking about
I say **** the crowd **** the crowd
Cause these snitches don’t know what’s coming around

Verse Cyclops

I’m the worst person on the earth’s surface
Cursing Virgin Mary as i burn churches
Then I go berserk with words that get you nervous
But I’m worthless I spit weak verses on purpose
Cause I’m wack if you say so, I never made a passel
I’m hated like baseball players hate consecal
I attack fan with a batch of tomatoes
Better yet I hit’em with a sack of potatoes
So **** the crowd in the KTM
I boo all my fans in the stadium
I’m never on the airwaves or the radio
Cause I rap about rapping falesio
Lately people tryta to immitate my flow
But fake **** can never be as crazy so
I know fans are haters throwing paper cups at players
So I chase spectators like the Indianapacers

**** the crowd, **** the crowd
I write wack rhymes and I say’em loud
**** the crowd, **** the crowd
If u wanna hitch my *** and that makes me proud