Lyrics:
Mariana Trench
And thinkin', holdin' my breath, until I feel 3-2 like Wretch
Until my last bastard breath
I'ma cut man down on a barberous flex
Who
The man all laid on starched white sheets
He closes his eyes and puts up his feet
On the snowy plains of a taut white mattress
I asked him where he went
shit creek without a motherfucking paddle
Rattle that brain, I'm not that same ol' plain Jane
Roll on you like a boulder, you're nothing more than
every last one accounted for
Take the black tape off the badges
'Cause they big enough to make the whip crack
But ain’t man enough to take the lashes
I can't take words resembling noise
Void heads wasting breath
Feeding my last choice
Released by ache
Shut my brain down, make it quick!
Oh my god!
stares at you for an hour
You stare into the light
for one last hour in the room
So mean and so white
I stare at her in this room as she stares
and me ain't so different
I can't get by on bread and coffee no more
I get hungry in the afternoon
And surviving it's all we've been doing
Last night I
Yea yea yea yea yea! KRS-1 coming through
Big Zack, Last Emperor wOOP WOOP!
Ha ha that's the sound of EMS
Ha ha last Emperor, KRS
Ha ha big Zack you
to get it right
Aint been thinkin death cause ima spread my wings and fly
Savin all my breaths and i redeem em on the mic
Pay me with respect, i'd spend
of ignorance
A forest paved away for progress' sake in spite of all our shame
White plains of ice give way, it's us they say, yet people can't be swayed
It's
of ignorance
A forest paved away for progress' sake in spite of all our shame
White plains of ice give way, it's us they say, yet people can't be swayed
It's
the name, baby
Wife-beaters and white t-shirts, Hanes, mainly
It's a long shot, but is it possible? There's a lane, maybe
If not he's gon' have to come
"Gen’lmen, we just havin’ church
Here" Six words which - directed at me and
A fellow soul buff at the Full
Gospel Tabernacle church by it's chuckling
her favour win
I'd stand beside her and weave by steam
My father to me scornful said
How could you fancy a factory maid
When you could have girls
with each other
Like white on rice, he was kinda like a brother
We had a lotta fun when we were kids
We always overlooked the dumb things he did
But
with each other
Like white on rice, he was kinda like a brother
We had a lotta fun when we were kids
We always overlooked the dumb things he did
But
People are made of match sticks, life is but a flame
Note at the craftwork door the last smirk of the the Damien mainframe
My box cost siphon third rail
or die, by our side, shining bright.
[Verse 2 - Rap]
In black and white, we roam the land,
Outlaw ole lady's, with a fearless stand,
With loyalty unmatched,
fire plain and fatal
IF YOU CALL ME BRO IT'S CAIN AND ABEL
Scandian raiding navaly yea I'm insane yet stable
IF YOU CALL ME BRO IT'S CAIN AND ABEL
Cuz
Clear your plain white mind
The clowns are marching in
Applauding for your sin
The tamers wait for us
We are the lions but mean less
The crowd it cheers
of burglary
While out jogging, chased by two white men for minutes
Cut him off with their truck, there's no exit
Shoot first, ask questions last
Three blasts,
to the shine I'll take if I live by works then I'll die by faith
If I see your design I'm straight but I don't recognize your face
I don't recognize your face I
a couple girlies, and they were lookin pretty good if you know what I mean
So I freshened my breath and stepped on the scene (hit it)
I walked over to em,
As we razed plains to ash
We laid claims
Exchanged grains
And made pacts
And we clashed
And we strained
And the rains lashed
The young maids were
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