Search results for 'Tribal Flood Network'

armpit, give 'em work, put 'em through the gauntlet

Drug farms, higher prices mean the flood's on
Need bigger scales to put the bud on
Gloves on,

Rivers cut, landscapes will flood
Oceans  diminishing,  souls to the breeze
Conglomerates,  network to networking
Fractal ascendancy, sculptors

and I'll stab you like Chucky in Child's Play
I don't want to hear that shit nigga like my head hurts
Talking about ya Network
All you do is neck work
(All

Now I'm getting money, had to flood my wrist today, yeah
Heard you go with her but that's my bitch today, huh
Driving in the Lamb but I'mma get

A new dictator has taken over
More egocentric than a local network actor
Gather up the makeup artist and the camera crew
Prepare a fancy puppet show

in karma
But I got daughters and I ain't eating at five point ever
Fuck an omelette
I watched Wordsayer, I studied Tribal (that's right)
I'm top

Crisis

Sebadoh

Smash Your Head on the Punk Rock

1992

Story of water stronger than a man
Town crier: day of the dam!
More than a hundred years ago
The flood raged on fast and cold
Smashed barrels

The Sound of Sinners

The Clash

Sandinista!

1980

As the floods of God
Wash away thin air
They say it was written
In the page of the Lord

But I was looking
For that great jazz note
That

The Sound of the Sinners

The Clash

Sandinista! [Japan Mini-LP]

1980

As the floods of God
Wash away sin city
They say it was written
In the page of the Lord

But I was looking
For that great jazz note
That

runner architects we argue over debt
Lasers in the iris, Amazon forest long gone
Hybrid, Torahs and Corans with Bible songs
Tribal gone wrong, no elections

repercussions for racists who say they're patriots
We're bombarded by EDL and Britain First plagiarists
You see the vacant minded post on social networks 
Some

swarmed to pillage, 
to populate the righteous under siege. The stream of invaders
rose into a raging flood. Now the arrow shaft lays broken 
where

tribal
Not a fight over music
This is my fight for survival
How many robots? How many rebels?
How many lighters? How many levels?
How many monkeys? How

run it up cause my Legs work
I chase the Bag til my Legs hurt
You know I’m all about My Bread first
You gettin’ Money We can Network
Cause I hop out

the Styx river
Unable to find the flood's evil
Dull black where brightness should be
Rowing against pure vile ignorance

Always seeking for
Depraved

all gone in the flood
High tides killed us
But no one helped us now

It's all gone now
None of them are left it's over now
Oh but somehow
I crawled out

a change
To bring on better days
They're so few and far away
Searching for an exit
I'll bleed my body dry
But the flood is overwhelming
Pray that I survive

Unfettering the Hoary Sentinels of Karnak

Bal-Sagoth

The Chthonic Chronicles

2006

tenets, only mundane things such as new air shafts and ever more ornate sarcophagi are yet to be discovered deep within the tunnel networks of these

exposing now
Into the mythical land I recall somehow
I can hear the swirling sound
Blast the past into the new life that I’ve found
Tribal drums
Beat

Daughters being human trafficked Fathers can't protect they babies 
Police stay killing blacks they flood the hood with crack
Grew up on that Section 8 it's

the flood wasn't Even a crime

But who am I to judge you
Rock, Rock on
But I'm still gonna speak the Truth
Like the Maury show on
We dedicated like a Soldier

subscribes to
Purchased wholesale by the neurons in his nursery school
Where bibles are inhaled
Tribal vibes come at you with more than five senses
And get

I had imagined myself upon a westward drive
Where idle eyes could idolize the prize of wide horizons, unsurmised
Purple skies and tribal cries arrive

and widely
More time sat at the back with a tribal syrup sipping n thinking I'm really trying not to whitey
Still bun it up every night g, nicely
Fried as fuck