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Fog

Fog was a band fronted by Andrew Broder, which includes members Mark Erickson and Tim Glenn. Most of Fog's releases have been put out by Lex Records or Ninja Tune. more »

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Trapped in my head like a curse
Back from the dark out the hearse
Sipping on the water quenching my thirst
So First ima spit it out
Slow like first snow
Morphing into gas arisen
Amongst all gods
LOKI burning lyrics left a pile of gauze
Pyramids back in time when I spawned
You've been warned so swarm
And sound the alarm
Climbing out the ass of Europe against all odds
Y.U.K.I. sipping syrup got his mind on pause
Now he’s lost in the sauce cause effect
F*ck regrets floss Split the check
F*ck walls we too tall never spending it all
While we you broke in the mall
I was so small man I had blue balls depression and anxiety
Had zero missed calls
Never speaking at all was afraid of the fall
In a deeper introspection shit I hear my call
Man we all hide flaws but those jaws don't pause
Put the city on the map and now we never going back
F*ck you bidding burning buildings blending in deep the track like
Heavy metals burning petals as we rise above the rest
On a race against time whipping rhymes to free the mind
Lyrical abominations from no nation getting wiser
Looking at me
Holding your neck
Going up on life you going down you wack
How would it be
If I was in bed
Time passing by that’s why I was going mad
Trapped in my head like a curse
Back from the dark out the hearse
Sipping on the water clenching my fist
So First ima spit it out
Slow like cold mist
Well you know how it goes
Always switching flows
Never miss never fold
Always feeling golden
I was born in the ill hill I don't need a shield
You gon need a pill cause I dual wield
Microphones as my spell tomes
I was all alone knocking boulders uphill
Headphones on I feel the electrons
Taking pieces of my mind
I swear that shit was going ill
Homophones y'all sound like clones
Go and get your own
Boy go sharpen your skills
Styrofoam what is going on
Don't tell me off the vice
'Cause I do as I will
Lay my footprint always in sync
In my blueprint casually
Bumping MJ on a Wednesday
Quincy your Majesty
I've been stacking up my legacy
Like fast racks on the back seat
F*ck a drum pad shit broke down
In London bitch overseas
Corroding the game like nitric acid
Imploding your brain I'm problematic
The wrath from the pain I caged inside
Was dragging me down like weight aquatic
Open your mind don't be dogmatic
Closed in my room deep in schematics
I'm a robot mister systematic so pragmatic
Looking at me
Holding your neck
Going up on life you going down you wack
How would it be
If I was in bed
Time passing by that’s why I was going mad
I was going mad
I was going mad

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