Rage from The Cycle by Brassmaster Flash

For anger to turn to rage, you need to loose the „n“
N for no

When you snatched my match, this reptile hatched, in the nest of my chest out this egg I caressed and incubated,

Since we dated and became related.
A scaled lil worm, but hungry as a hole
Pushing down, opressing all the anger in my soul and sice you‘re gone there‘s a lot of it, I accumulate all the hate, that was created when you stepped through the heavenly gate

I keep my rage in my skull cage
Every day it ages, more furrows in my face
About to break the bars, gotta be let loose
I keep my rage in my skull cage
I Feed my little pet, give it all my juice
Fire in my head, ready for abuse

Blood is boiling in my custom prressure cooker,
A scorching stew of hate is bubbling since they took her, need to feed my greedy pet a three course meal for it to shed
Breaking up its skin from
Tail to chin for it to level up

my little anger got so fucking big, funny how time flies, only yesterday it was a spark in my eyes, but I took real good care, pourred all the oil I could spare, drip drop down your throat, in the hope I could bring up this beast, to release,
When I‘m in need for a bulldozer, running over all the living creatures, that always take the best of me,
In a sec you gonna see, my rage banging on your roof, poof poof.
Anger is my ruler a 6 foot 8 preschooler, mowing all the land like Alexander the great
Fuled by hate, it swallows its prey with the plate.
You stripped me off my mate, you about to feel my hate

I keep my rage in my skull cage
Every day it ages, more furrows in my face
About to break the bars, gotta be let loose
I keep my rage in my skull cage
I Feed my little pet, give it all my juice
Fire in my head, ready for abuse

• Hip-Hop/Rap
• Rap
• fanfare
• funk
• hiphop
• jazz
• Fribourg