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Devil Unseen (Prod. by Stilla D)

Cosmic Rayne
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I can smell it in the air I breathe I can see it in our daily routines Lost dreams, inside our television screens My props goes out to the devil unseen I can smell it in the air I breathe I can see it in our daily routines Lost dreams, inside our television screens My props goes out to the devil unseen Fucking magicians, no I won't listen I've reached far beyond these bars of your prison Your cell of hell, from your voice I can tell You've lost your mind and your sense of self With these rhymes I spit, you can catch my drift You can feel it on Levels and you can feel it in The Shift No I won't stop, because time is running out Skeletons in my closet and now they coming out I'm waking up the dead coz they turning in their graves Burning fire in my cave coz we turning into slaves This unbreakable hold, in the pursuit of gold I've unraveled the scroll to watch the story unfold In the next chapter, you gonna feel our rapture Breaking this chain with which our soul's been captured Beats still banging, bodies start hanging This verse gives you an idea of what we planning I can smell it in the air I breathe I can see it in our daily routines Lost dreams, inside our television screens My props goes out to the devil unseen I can smell it in the air I breathe I can see it in our daily routines Lost dreams, inside our television screens My props goes out to the devil unseen Who's the leader? I think he needs a breather I'm throwing stones because my pitch reached a fever At your glass house, this isn't a fight Your darkness cannot exist in the light Despite what you think or whatever you believe We are ready to attack like we Ninjas in a tree Taking the place of all you monkeys in power The sun is going down and this is your last hour Say your last words and make sure that it counts I just went back home and closed all my accounts I couldn't think of what to say other than that I take pieces of my soul and put it in rap I trade time for rhymes you trade yours for dimes I trade lows for highs, you trade yours for lives The promises you make are only paper thin When the war to win is against the devil within I can smell it in the air I breathe I can see it in our daily routines Lost dreams, inside our television screens My props goes out to the devil unseen I can smell it in the air I breathe I can see it in our daily routines Lost dreams, inside our television screens My props goes out to the devil unseen