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Munching eyes since 1989
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Nowww… What the hell, what the hell was goin’ on
What the hell was I thinking, why the hell was I gone Why the fuck my mouth shut, why the fuck did I lock why I let my lyric rust cuz, why my gun left uncocked And why the fuck I let the world turn around without me Why the hell did I stay cold on the fire from my enemy Why I locked my mind’s door, closed me in the dark Lying in my own night without any sign of spark I let the devil eat my heart, my blood turned into petrol, So why the hell I let the darts kill my chance to be bold? I traveled paths without stars, seen the lands I didn’t wish I gave death a goodbye kiss so I drowned in world blood Razor was taken and put on the neck I knew that deserved it, But why would I despare the world, why would I preserve shit Yo, looked back, maybe last time, put the blade away Still ready to die in fight, else the shit’s shame The hell under my legs was the place I chose to spit on And I went above dark, decided not to keep low But I know that the parts of black ain’t gonna leave me never And now I spit back at world, back darker than ever
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"The Devil is not the Prince of Matter; the Devil is the arrogance of the spirit, faith without smile, truth that is never seized by doubt. The Devil is grim because he knows where he is going, and, in moving, he always returns whence he came."
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Munching eyes since 1989
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Who threw them? Flyin to my head,
I dunno if I'm dead. If I am, great. Senses bye-bye. I ain't gonna try, if I do it, I might succeed i don't wanna fly i don't wanna nothing maybe to pass away yo that's something, i'm fucking amazed how the fucking walls got graffiti on em i didn't spray em who did? Unresolved problems and question without answer: Am I standing or lying or seating, do I hear banging or I don't hear nothins, is it just craziness or I'm high or I'm fucked up in its simpliness Y'all haters I know, y'all gon' denounce my flow What you made? My attitude just grows So I don't give a fuck, my bran just gon' duck And take another sip, smoke another grren fuck And go to sleep and go to hell, my only wish Is that you leave me before that trip for world to get pissed
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"The Devil is not the Prince of Matter; the Devil is the arrogance of the spirit, faith without smile, truth that is never seized by doubt. The Devil is grim because he knows where he is going, and, in moving, he always returns whence he came."
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