Lyrics:
the gutters
Mind stress and add pressure, if'n caught its more than lectures
And they'll treat him like lector, Hannibal eating flesh or
Doing it
of the green
Like the trees, livin' free
Rest in peace to the people that we've lost
Not a day goes by, I remember you're gone
All I see in my mind is
Yeah
Look
I'm,
Too busy focus on trying to be the dopest
In the land of hopeless, guns poking, smoking
Leave your head bust open
Bottle my emotions
atty cells expand when we take the mic in hand
check out the land on which we dwell with the rhyme unplanned
now central coastin' not like central
and getting stoned
Years went by, we lived our separate lives and I lost track of you along the way
Its been a long time since you crossed my mind and I thought
This is a war.
Everything normal smashed.
Cruelty comes down the land and there only losers.
Fight up until the end.
Death becomes daily
this land
A war inside their roam. The blood is on their hands
Born of Christ, Born a saint
666 the number of that priest!
Born of Christ, Lord of lies
can't I just say No or Yes
When I clearly know which one is best
I look in the window, but it's full of lies
Tell myself, walk on by, but my heart
when you're thinking backwards?
What kind of future would it bring for you?
Your promised land feels more like Battlefield avenue.
Give it up now, give
when you're thinking backwards?
What kind of future would it bring for you?
Your promised land feels more like Battlefield avenue.
Give it up now, give
Is this what's left for all of us to see?
Embedding endless torment
Into our minds with no debate
Tortured by our own demise
The only thing that
He’s a tyrant balls licker
praising order and control
by contraptions crafting paranoia
the zealots breed their foes.
in these times of tacky
Long before the land of the savage
It was salvaged by the comets
Not the commas
Do you judge me like your honor?
I won't harbor to no present box
I
fuck your fucking mind up
Boxes galore, Boxes galore
Fresh as a bitch, yes I’m the shit, ugh
Boxes galore, Boxes galore
Shoes on the floor, needing some
Breathe life to the street from the mouth
Those ruby red lips have much to give
Pull life from the land with your capable hands
Those life loving,
my name and
They bathing me in Gatorade
I've been perfect with the verses
Since my first appearance
So each person who hears 'em
Is worth
lost:
Without your hand in mine I am dead
Reality is unreal and games I've tried just aren't the same:
Without your smile there's nowhere to hide
The penetentary is full of black violent, meant
Try to make a change, they can't
Cause they cuffs to tight
Momma please help us cause my mind ain't right
Now as I'm sitting here
My life passing by
I recall the things I'he done
I watch the sun
But this is not the end
No the end I'll never see
And I'll
pick all this weight up then
I clean it and press it
And if you're talking about my wap then
I press it and clean it
The difference between us is I
Live
way up) GET OUT MY WAY
(This to easy it’s a layup layup)
VERSE 1
Gimme my space, I’m in my pride
I was a prisoner all of the mind
Now I’m a traveler
L.A. make these pounds take flight
My friends locked up, all this time goes by
And I tell 'em to just wait on it (wait on it)
Join my table, there's
dethroned
Lies, spit unto your
Mind, of the fallen
Death, we will see who conquers who
Chaos, the wind whispers
Order, enslaved by the
Trance, you
the kingdom of the dead
Entering the under world condemned to torture
Conceived as the darkest region of frost and wind
This land of the dead is ruled by
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