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Prosperous and Jehova, both from Gothenburg, is back again on this cinematic piece, rare combo and dark atmospheres.

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My religion is bound to wallow in pandemonium, beware of the semen of all mediocrity demons.They´re legion is found to be hollow needing polonium, declaring the freeman awkwardly tense. Known evidence strolls in pride and alligned arrogance, a mirage that came to divide the humane clearence. They found me in the rain trying to imitate waters, I was not ashamed at all emulating otters, communicating wildly, freaking out the squatters. Generalising, not necessarily giving advise, I arise in your mind, previously a myre. Liar! Your soul is covered by desire, your tangible wings of understandable things and editable kings in unavoidable strings, played by the mediators of the medium society, riding elevators giving tedium sobriety. I compose variety dividable in circles being juxtaposed, the remedy to what you overdoose. Graphically, transforming rapidly, visually an exercise of cinematics for your brain. My God is running laps, trapped in my skullcap, a teenage lobotomy could free him like a genie. Mesmorising, tantaliziing, women and men, reanalysing, blowing the frame of the horizon. Put me on a cross and I will use it as dental floss. You´re just a rental, essentially lacking mental compatible growth, combining both in the sunshine. Taking your act, subtract and delete, fucking with the abstract leads to defeat.Greetings, I´m holding meetings giving you beatings of devastating readings of the plague that you´re breathing. I wanna slice your containable wealth, displace your face and erase all the traces. I´m walking trails made of green fatlaces. You wanna race, take a look up, that´s the place.. And when I´m finished I will keep you in my basketcase.Nevermind the sobstories, I tell the dwellers of the past the paain is in the glory.I found this song in the bottom of a well, it´s often played by the aliens from hell.You got it wrong in the autumn of the spell, you came delayed from the cell, and fell.

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from Chrystal Oak - Post Romanticism, released April 26, 2013
Jehova & Prosperous

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prosperous Sweden

Swedish extravagant rapper/producer,started making music in early 90´s with the group PLANT OF TRAILS with DJ PORTER.Formed legendary ASSIMILATED SPECIES in 1999 with NADASDI.Dropped releases in masses during the first decade of this century, partly through TE.RECORDS,then IDEALrecordings,247records, joined BRIEFCASEROCKERS IN 2008 with the group ORTHO ACUSTO, soloartist at the moment. ... more

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