Lyrics:
Cards house of cards
Send the guards, the guards
Glass house of shards
Scrap of the scrapyards
My house is not my home
House of sticks for a bone
I've followed my shadow for a long time
Gave away everything that was once mine
Had a bone to pick
With all of it
But I figured getting by would make
certainly no reticence from organizations warning of themes
Like those prevalent in genesis like being battered by the elements
"You don't recycle? You're
They come around when you are on your knees
Surrounding one by one, taking what you need
Your mouth is dry as you lay down
Begging for those vultures
Those Nebraska winters chill to the bone
Magnify that by a call on the phone
Lord, ain't it funny how it turns on a dime
Here I am falling like
with raptures and fresh ass raps from wack bastards
West district politickin like Gibson
Make a pick-up, and then escapes from New York like
and their Ottolenghi salads
Their grand designs
And their noughties landgrab of all the decent rundown seaside towns
Those bastards!
Blame good design,
of wolves be scheming on a bunch of gazelles
Where the leopards grab the wilder beast down by it's tail
See the chimps, they grow hips they hustle and sling
of wolves be scheming on a bunch of gazelles
Where the leopards grab the wilder-beast down by it's tail
You see the chimps they grow hips they hustle
of wolves be scheming on a bunch of gazelles
Here the leopards grab the wilderbeast down by it's tail
You see the chimps they grow hips they hustle
Jones (cappo)
Besides I put money on your skull and bones
And keep it low watch what you say up on those fucking phones
Be quiet
Touchdown
And get ya
those rounds in mouth
Let a .44 blow holes through ya nose bone
No joke this flow cold it's on some froyo
You so so spit no dope ya peoples hoes yo
Slap
that
Hold that thought like kidnaps
I Dream like this Craft is Mine, and these niggas is quick packs
Soul Eater, turn a pick-me to a pick-axe
Real money
to show his feelings
He was a pig-tail puller in grammer school
Left back twice by the seventh grade
Sniffing glue in Junior High
And the first one in
and learn to read the runes
Talk to Cleopatra ask her where she’s been
Dig up Ozymandias and pick his bones all clean
How much distance do you need
of a tyrant! Drink in Poseidon
Succumbed to Medusa; caught attentions from Midas
Through unmentionable plights the poor god didn't die
Tears fall from those eyes
liquified by the masses
Prolly find them bastards in gaseous regiment
For stampedin in all illified elements
Universal soldiers, combine the sacred seven men
by the devils decisions, forced into a slave
Death before dishonor for those men who were brave
Shot and sent to their grave, can't awaken, it's too
It starts with a yes y'all that call from Kid Creole
Shouted lethal from the lido deck, cassette steelo
Walking to my own beat, hawkish by my lonely
poisoned rain! You pick up by the thorns the mangled roses that rose
Out of all that scorn, So that your true destiny can be born
My name is E Punto and this
the bone
Pick those teeth when your done
In my room
(These walls are closing in)
She Plays me for a fool
(cnd swallows pride like gin)
Chemical crew
Day Saints promises for those who wait
One way to walk a path following a code
Another way is to blaze a trail driven by your hopes
Chance we take,
mentor comforted him as he came near
And they all decided to track bastard down
The course is now set on a righteous revenge
And joined by those
Ah you hear this?
Ada big belly guy I telling be talking
By my side is my version Biggie Smalls Ya?
(no question, no question)
From Brooklyn Ya!
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