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Alix Perez
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The Cut Deepens
We transmit, though speaking in tongues heathen Lungs bleed the essence of sleep as the cut deepens Gatecrashing your dreams in a blunt sequence You wake with your face a vision of stunned grievance We transmit, though speaking in tongues heathen Lungs bleed the essence of sleep as the cut deepens Gatecrashing your dreams in a blunt sequence You wake with your face a vision of stunned grievance
The beat's a blank canvas Till it's stretched on an easel or gleaming in damp stanzas Of the gully type, flick with paint, cross the brush strokes Oozing out the quill like a thick haze of gun smoke Around these parts we speak in potent imagery Flows leak to leave the meat soaking miserably Skin-deep, got their souls froze, broken visibly And in my mind clocks each speeds spoke as wizardry Scribing thoughts while I circumnavigate the urban sprawl Drunk junkies swig on Tennent's, hit the curb and fall Just another element of nightlife in the L Where knife slicing is relevant and rife likened to hell I rhyme right for the hell of it, to define why we prevail In a life citing rhetoric to ignite mice to rebel Caught up in an action I just couldn't stop Waiting on the verdict when the gabble hits the wooden block
We transmit, though speaking in tongues heathen Lungs bleed the essence of sleep as the cut deepens Gatecrashing your dreams in a blunt sequence You wake with your face a vision of stunned grievance We transmit, though speaking in tongues heathen 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 Lungs bleed the essence of sleep as the cut deepens Gatecrashing your dreams in a blunt sequence You wake with your face a vision of stunned grievance
They asked if I could handle the plight, the white Saracen Night traveler, light scavenger, I affluent Skimmed at the birth, I was spawned at the womb's silicone Prosper no relevance like a door to a tomb's intervals and Here with all things said and done we precede No limits, no grieve esteem hold at the slow speed I float freely on these planes the magnetic a black Celica Transport through a ghost, invisible cracked pearl exterior Soul's killed, the side wins, time switch was tracked last Cold with the d-dough firmly saddled in my back draft Tryna ride passenger, I digress, you die challengers I find so to speak in code or black on canvases Transmission, 2-4 to 580 More than a pastime I cast and strive daily Fasten the ties, yeah, I fathered those ice babies I'm class blind sagey, tell me, will draft save me?
We transmit, though speaking in tongues heathen Lungs bleed the essence of sleep as the cut deepens Gatecrashing your dreams in a blunt sequence You wake with your face a vision of stunned grievance We transmit, though speaking in tongues heathen Lungs bleed the essence of sleep as the cut deepens Gatecrashing your dreams in a blunt sequence You wake with your face a vision of stunned grievance
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