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Rhyme Asylum have been around for a long time battling in UK circuits and producing head banging classics such as their last release 'State Of Lunacy' and on the 23rd of April 2010 they released their next instalment: Solitary Confinement.
The album begins with a track titled the same as the album name which features high quality production and nothing but a flow of constant and relentless and clever punchlines that us fans have longed for, not to mention their sick wordplay.
The album features a track from the well known Crooked-I (also a member of Slaughterhouse) titled 'Event Horizon' which is a classic dose of the head bangers R.A constantly release.
- I’m on the balcony practising ancient alchemy
- Vest on the chest in case they try to Martin or Malcolm me
Not only does the group yet again produce some of the best work coming from the Underground with their aggressive style, they also have a track which features immense story telling titled 'Broken Window'. The track however is not a pretty story, the track goes into describe past time events of the victims of Donald Ewen Cameron and the MK Ultra Experiments.
The album also features some great deep and uplifting tracks such as 'I Know' and if this doesn't suffice, I can guarantee the rest of the album will, not to even mention their other overseas feature on the album - Ill Bill.
Open Mic Surgery by Rhyme Asylum
Open Mic Surgery Lyrics
- Lock your doors I’m rotten to the horror core
- Valkyries clean up after my dogs of war
- Won’t be pigeon-holed I’m a bird of prey
- Put me a category I’ll put you in a early grave
- Lucifer reject
- Shoulders are stumps from where I used to have three heads
- (Possessed) there can only be one
- Before my soul reach hell, scatter my ashes over the sun
- Not holding my tongue, I say what I feel
- I’m the hand that rocks the cradle of filth
- I don’t wanna live life
- The suicidal sword swallower, slitting my throat from the inside
- Open my windpipe
- Corpses rise from the grave when my names spoken at midnight
- Inflict indescribable pain
- Don’t drink drive, drink Strychnine and pilot a plane
- Down for survival, left at the ‘Hour of Reprisal’
- My verse coerce worse than the power of the Bible
- The game changed I stay raw
- Spitting chainsaws configuring bars like I’m rigging Claymores
- We ain’t singing or dancing
- Kids in my camp is a fam more satanic than Manson
- American, my partner in Canada lampin’
- Watch your eye contact or get slammed with the hammer for glancing
- The Last be a savage beast
- Any rapper in the path of me is actually a casualty
- Have pity for cats that have to battle me
- Cause catastrophe, naturally never will my disaster cease
- I dispatch beef Frank Castley
- Ninety nine and a half percent of rap is ass to me [Y’all Suck]
- Psiklone Possessed Skirmish & Billy Idol
- Plus Last conceal rifles spill ya vitals
- I keep my eyes peeled with hunting knives
- My voice alone provokes stone gargoyles to come to life
- Gave nightmares spitting Lucifer lullabies
- Tried a hundred times but can't seem to fucking die
- Run and hide
- When disaster strikes, the whole worlds looking at me like Busta Rhymes
- Turn the London eye colour blind
- Muscles thrive off natural steroids in my blood supply
- Psiklone a sick psycho
- Drink and spit nitro and sprint so quick I switch time zones
- Bury my landlords under the floor
- When lightning strikes I hit back with double the force
- Death sentences riddled with wise words
- Like the titanic you've only touched the tip of the ice berg
- Grab minotaurs by the horns
- I’m a higher force and I learnt to fly before I could walk
- Break your bones with built in brass knuckles
- N.O.S cylinders inside my legs as calf muscles
- Sprint against an avalanche
- Souls expire, exposed to the smokeless fir of this dragon’s wrath
- Tarot cards, dealt death in every pack
- Thought in my mind racing completing memory lapse
- Would suffocate to death if I swallowed my pride
- My heart attacks in battles between body and mind
- The earth rumbles and quakes at my coming of age
- An appetite for destruction stepping up to the plate
- (My) Skins senseless to cigarette burns
- Coz I’m charged on an overdose of Nilapat herbs
- (Inhale) I love the smell of death in the air
- In the midst of war holding my severed head by the hair
- I’m never level headed, an unbalanced mind
- That sent my pulsating heart and dead roses to my valentine
Ill Bill
- A cannibalistic orgy of words born to torture the earth
- Thought’s are berserk, cauldron’s will burst
- The bubble, cursed for trouble danger misfortune
- My words resemble the strangeness of Chris Walken
- We just talking, conversations with God
- Shout at the devil thousands of rebel martyrs assemble
- Under a black flag with the white skull and guns on it
- Drink vodka straight out of the bottle and puff chronic
- Better yet catch me with Snoop drinking Tanqueray
- Listening to Cuban Linx 2 in the lab with Rae
- “The Hour of Reprisal” gave me cash and fame
- Next stop homie - you’ll catch me in the lab with Dre
- I had Premo on my album; had Muggs on my album
- Had models from Brazil chopping up drugs on my album
- This is Ill Billy Crystal, the kid with the frown
- Spitting it loud get outta my way I’ma piss in the crowd
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