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wah, shit sound sad
Empty Vessels make the most noise
High-pitched screams, sound like little boys
Blue Snowball don't make you cold
Like Fordham, your

slowly roll your eyes
If lightening strikes twice
Count it as advice
If you handle it with poise
Empty vessels make the most
Empty vessels make most noise

matter how the whole world
Is underneath the burden
Of multitudes

We are just another empty vessel
Filled by warmth
Forged in crucible
Of hope

before
Fly to the moon when you wanted more
The mind’s run wild the heart’s gone foul
Throw the towel take it wring it dry
Empty vessels make the most

One day I used an injector
Drew something from my vessel
Caffeinated glutinous liquid
Blood and espresso
I know how dopamine works when you give up

of perpetual 
Reasoning. Could it be that memories are stored within 
The heart, and within that heart they make that heart beat 
Slower, and faster, and then

No one lives here
No one's around
Spirits that were here
No longer make a sound
Once filled with laughter
Once filled with love
Now just the silence

you dodge a clip

Niggas talk tough but I don't believe 'em
Empty vessels make noise
They always screamin'
Cause a scene in the club
Like the bitches

to me
A beacon for all hell to see
 
A vessel manifesting wickedness and pain, your most cherished will rot as they breathe
Your soul to relive each death

they get crucified before me

Saints sway back and forth like a ship at sea, I see
Your vessel shipwreck your soul is empty 

It's been a long time I

coconuts!
ARTHUR:  What?
GUARD #1:  You've got two empty halves of coconut and you're
bangin' 'em together.
ARTHUR:  So?  We have ridden since the snows

Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah find those detonators!

Now's the fucking time
Burn the building down, show me what it sounds like to organize and get

and hang loose
Lay hypnotized by the tube, horrific daily news
Ears ringing from eerie noises, empty vessels make the loudest
TV hosts invading living-rooms

Half-past midnight when my phone rang
I just knew that it wasn't right
On that lonely drive to familiar ground
Didn't make a sound that night

Hope

Yes Sir, I Will

Crass

Christ the Bootleg

1999

you say, but you're still on your own at night.
You've got to make such a noise to understand the silence,
Screaming like a jackass, ringing ears so

have felt
When you told him he was destined to betray
Makes you kinda want to kill yourself
When you're just a self-fulfilling prophecy
All these vessels

can say they have a reserved spot 
Believing, nose buried in man made books. Hiding in temporary structures, empty prayers, Standing neck hairs. Chills

remember their faces now
Walls singing when they cave in
Picture a mural and paint the sound

I feel so
I feel so empty and beautiful
Strip it away from me

plant, never grows
Lyrics drip, never flow
Empty chamber, all echo
I'll take you where wanna go 
Most these folks, no they don't know (They don't know)

talk to do girl ftom over over so...

Ah di cricketer dat

Always do your best nuh study bout the hypocrisy

Empty vessels make the most noise is what
My

And she's in my head, her sound infest
No choice I make is mine said
Can't go untest, she ain't the best
But I made my bed, with her mindset
A high vessel

World of Vibrations

Blackalicious

The Craft

2005

We'd like to welcome you all again to the world of vibrations 
Introduction to the nation of revolutionary thoughts 
Hear the sound evolve, expand,

the 12th led by the one

We will emerge slowly as not to draw unwanted attention
Yet the sound of war-cry will spell fear on the lips the the horde called

being that's anointed
And crowned
As the kings and creators in the crowd
Maybe being up later makes him sound
The way he sound
So much coffee has already