Lyrics:
Change the game
We all bleed the same blood
From ashes to ashes
From dust to dust
We all bleed the same blood
From ashes to ashes
From dust to dust
Walking the mainline in Babylon
Suppression of the truth
Oppression of the youth
Only those with money can afford to lose
I was born before the dusk
Ashes
And all their breath is wasted
Here comes the depression
Your head is full of questions
Why all this suppression?
It turns into obsession
Who are you
about time for a settlement
It's about time that you listen up
Cos there's no fake friends when you're in the dust (What)
Time to level up
It's about time
We bust and cuss and kick up dust
Don't none of y'all niggaz want to fuck with us
So what's the time? It's time to get real
Why you bust your
I've used suppression as a means of introspection
Convinced there's madness in the eyes of my reflection
Witnessed my progression when I started
In a muted half-light it dwells
Festering, senses are numbed
Utter suppression of light
Festering, emotions are nulled
Total rejection of life
ultra
After all the grabbing it's time to bite the dust
Leave behind the breaches of my trust
Cleaning up the mess is up to us
Non plus ultra
After all the grabbing, it's time to bite the dust
Leave behind the breaches of my trust
Cleaning up the mess is up to us
Non plus ultra
Now that all
DAYS OF LIONS
Defiant hearts come crawling up through the night
Dangerous times before our eyes
In a massive suppression
We are abominations
The sun sets and the dust settles
On the great terrain with the lush petals
Break away from this dog kennel
And pedal away from the prog meadow
the psych to dust I don't
Care for lust it's like my bucks
Let my blood that run like rust
My head think crazy
So maybe I bust
Breathing the meds
And I'm
really act tough but you're hooligans
Suppression, you can peep all you want but there's a viewer discretion (Yep)
Hits on hits on hits, we're never
the kitty purs
All my niggas caked up, sellin' gray and beige dust
Had that money right or end up in the trunk taped up
We don't chase and duck, we only
on frontz
If a bitch think she hot Imma turn her to dust
(Grabba!)
Sprinkle that in my blunt then I'm taking that straight to the matta
Throw that ass back
a cider press
The hogger rode the throttle ‘round the bender like a flank-strapped horse
“Let’s return now to the dust as the dust we are;
Tonight, our
the kitty purs
All my niggas caked up, sellin' gray and beige dust
Had that money right or end up in the trunk taped up
We don't chase and duck, we only
Exposed, left with a sense of shame
A repeating occurrence in need of suppression
Be quick, displace the pain
Withdraw and run away
Isolate the intellect
answered
It l be over in a flash
That’s why I'm pushing the gas
That’s why I'm trying to climb upstairs
That’s why I'm blowing that layer of dust
Reasons I
can
Sell you gold for dust and mold
Fill your gut, prance and strut
All hail the self!
Pay your debts you're a fucking mess
You are the no one
the spot, eat the fresh fruit in the crop
All these hip hoppers eat cock
You can see me in the street or the yacht
I'd rather be promoting your block
of dust
As dusk it clings to silent stone
Immortalizing the suppression
Let their strength now dissolve
The sun to me is dark forever
A nihilistic
pick becomes fused?
The avulsion whims its spurs in the pinches of my earth
The dust I kick of animus shatters
Recorded on my reels of tape,
like Dust in the westerlies
Never wastin' energy, behalf of My enemies
Conservation, good sign of true Expertise
Proud to say that I never caught
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