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lyrics
(Robin Black)
never encouraged by
hated and hurried by
paid, splurged worried my
journal internalized
burdened and blurry eyed
dirty and certified
judge, jury sure to find
cursed i deserved it i aint got shit?
words sure worked to fertilize
hurdles climbed like a sherpa
perched up high i
return to surf the turnin tides current
current divergent verbs serpentine
flex like a serpents spine spurrin
a culture purged,perverted and purified,
get lured in and turned into merchandise
predetermined to die servants
to commercialized purists
spirit survived by prized works that i worded
son me like spermicide
or learn what drive is
hurt inside, still the curtain rises
surprise guys, i surmised your guises
jus unsatisfied with your guidance i guess
yall turned your back, how the fuck could i front on you?
fear what i’ve done? bitch fear what i’m gonna do
you don’t get to die you gotta live through my era,
and i hope it makes you sick, that i just get better
whose gettin paid?
whose the music you make for?
whose gonna cave?
whose gonna wage war?
whose afraid?
whose gettin made?
whose this a grave?
and who is this jus a phase for?
(Ickymack)
Neck aching and bed baking a bad mood
sweat breaking and bread breaking with bad news
set pacing, and racing the clock
get a vacation to stop
spinning and sickening spitting taboos
stick and poking and opening wounds, tattoos
pistol smoking cuz opening news past due
spitting oceans and overflowing
and overdosing on sober potions and opium infused cash moves
i aint tripping, my shoe tie the truth
and i aint sipping, my puke lines the booth
i aint pitching no hook, line and sinker
it took time to tinker
my new lines the truth
so let me tell it, i'm taking a new route
i'm breaking the new ground, i'm shaking the moon down
i'm making the news, aiming to shoot, making a boom - pow
cuz i don't got no option but take em to school now, sayin
who's getting paid? who's the music you make for?
who's gonna cave? who's gonna wage war?
who's afraid? who's getting made?
who's this the grave, and who's this just a phase for?
(Davy Droman)
Honest to god I've gotten rotten on em,
Coughing up a bloody lung, my conscious cold as any okanagan autumn/
Racist bigots pitching shade caught in hollow bottles,
now the winters comin & they wondering what brought it on em/
If they can't put the shovel down I'll let em dig a grave,
Bury em alive wit all they sins & misdirected hate/
Cut them fuckers off like a gangrenous limb,
This shit going down similar to flames in a blimp//
I'm in a rage; a militant mindstate in this bitch,
& that's the reason they be walkin off stage wit a limp/
Cuz every time I make connection wit the paper & pen,
My wordplay is breakin vertebrae & they on the mend/
Left a brain & cranium concave wit a fist,
Breakin a brick over the angry lookin face of a pimp/
Now look at that ridiculous face, look like tarantino shared a genome wit Nicholas Cage/
Who's gettin paid?
Who's the music made for?
Who's gonna cave?
Who's gonna wage war?
Who's afraid? Who's gettin made?
Who's diggin graves?
& who's this just a phase for?
