Lyrics:
on the hills.
9 He provides food for the cattle
and for the young ravens when they call.
10 His pleasure is not in the strength of the horse,
nor his delight in
thick and juicy lumps of cattle
For food poisoning
Deep throating meat
Nausea, vomiting, diarrhoea feels like death is upon us all
Mortal ingestion
people
Freight's for lumber, food and cattle
El trains travel up above
And subways travel down below
Trains
Coming down the track
Engine pulling all
At a time when women had no rights,
V4 Woman 3
they paved the way for woman to band together and fight.
It would take a while…
1/2 Group / #1 & #2
Fodder for dreams to strengthen people's fears
Food for thought, last of the lovelorn
We degrade ourselves to cattle for we act so magniloquent
In
they m&ms
Uh
Heard they pheaning for cinnamon
Chop dog food up for the dealers who dealing it
Yea
Lately been on some DILLA shit
My music priceless
It
I know, who I am, can’t you shut the fuck up
I know that I’m a
vile cattle
vile cattle
vile cattle
vile cattle
I know that I’m a
vile cattle
vile cattle
vile cattle
vile cattle
a cage
And I'm bearing the weight and my shoulders decay
While my breathing is heavy, I'm seething and sweaty.
My heart rate unsteady, unready for war
Caruso comes in at 1:40 - (good in-point for actual track at around 2:40)
Note: music is “tucked under” as if we are hearing it from one side of a door
it a crime
Or near impossible for man to live off his own land
Plant his own food, grow his own cattle
Dig his own wells, wear his own cattle
Make
Fast food, feed me fast
I've been waiting for an aeon
And I just won't last
I want fast food, I want food fast
Food fast food
She wants food fast
Hello
Where you dey, free food dey o
Free food? Ehh For where?
Station
Free food dey o
Free food, free food, free food dey o
Free food dey o
Free
food, stealing food
Stealing food, food, food
When I risk it for a biscuit
Then I'm in a good mood
It's the best of all decisions
Going klepto
(sirs)?
Unh, uh, no way
1st Chorus
oy, gevalt, unh, uh, no way, a price increase we cannot pay
V 3
We work, we sweat, we toil
(For) pennies a day
Rich
on their backs
Daughters sharpen their knives and they hunt for food
Others watch their children grow
Mothers going to work
And they shake the hands
don't show us no tattoos
No hearts and flowers on your thigh
It's downright tacky
Brands are for the cattle and that ain't what we're selling
there for you to choose.
Promiscuous sensuality for we are all whores & prostitutes
Life's a celebration at the cattle market
The frigid
Fast food, feed me fast
I've been waiting for an aeon
And I just won't last
I want fast food, I want food fast
Food fast food
She wants food fast
Compromising all their values
They just food for the beast
Caught in the matrix
A life designed from hatred and greed
Contagious apathy
So happily
They blindly
yeah I'm leading with force
Now 12 after me, lights flashing like morse
Yeah
Huh
Got some Lambo Tractors
Stealing all your cattle
Hop up on my saddle
Wake up, brush my teeth, get me something good to eat
Cannibal, occultist, eating on human meats
While your starving begging for food they’ve been in
party's people,
Not one of your kind.
Still I pray, that I'll escape one day.
No food, for the soul, no friends, no goal
No food, for the soul,
at Skinwalker ranch
Cattle mutilations all their entrails on the grass
All these mass shooters and fuck boys, yeah it’s looking bad (Bad)
Except for me guess I'm
since a Padawan
Rapping hot as fucking cattle brands wearing flannel thongs
Grab a bong, momma and some food, beer, tag along
Get a nice spanking, new
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