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Slingin' rock hot shots and vision controlled trolls stroll down the road unaccountable to the toll their actions and words take on the people they now forsake.
They gonna get theirs while the hairs on the back of your neck raise up to reject the philosophy of hyped drug culture and misogyny... but damn that beat is nice.
Freaky fresh bass riots rise and collapse flooding your syntax and cortex with hustle and flow flexed from some of the best at pumping chords to make you dance.
Taking it in one thump at a time pulsing in the music succumbing to the rhyme. Implanted lyrics fake as the chest on the girls in the videos for this mess. Eroding the mind, changing the senses, measuring cultural time, infecting the bloodstream.
Another bad batch of silicone thugs concerned with the hymen instead of hymns, not thinkin' about the heart but the "fifth limb," rollin' hard... up for metaphors.
Using euphemisms to score, debauchary to whore, pop hardcore culture to further the departure from uplifting to gutter score.
The pounding of the drums is replaced by the pounding of the head as you actually listen to what the people say or try to say.
Boycott the words and keep the beat. Aren't you tired of the "life in the street"? Or at least, the lack of people talking about escape in time instead of
the next crime to commit playing games of endless circles like it's important to never make it where you dreamed to be.
Lost in the shine off the diamonds is how many people bled to make it possible. From the conquered or oppressed giving away their countries riches
for nowhere near a dime on a dollar or the leaders who stood up to protest so you could have the same opportunity to succeed... not the same opportunity to shoot off at the mouth, at your brother enemy, or yourself in the foot.
They gonna get theirs while the hairs on the back of your neck raise up to reject the philosophy of hyped drug culture and misogyny... but damn that beat is nice.
Freaky fresh bass riots rise and collapse flooding your syntax and cortex with hustle and flow flexed from some of the best at pumping chords to make you dance.
Taking it in one thump at a time pulsing in the music succumbing to the rhyme. Implanted lyrics fake as the chest on the girls in the videos for this mess. Eroding the mind, changing the senses, measuring cultural time, infecting the bloodstream.
Another bad batch of silicone thugs concerned with the hymen instead of hymns, not thinkin' about the heart but the "fifth limb," rollin' hard... up for metaphors.
Using euphemisms to score, debauchary to whore, pop hardcore culture to further the departure from uplifting to gutter score.
The pounding of the drums is replaced by the pounding of the head as you actually listen to what the people say or try to say.
Boycott the words and keep the beat. Aren't you tired of the "life in the street"? Or at least, the lack of people talking about escape in time instead of
the next crime to commit playing games of endless circles like it's important to never make it where you dreamed to be.
Lost in the shine off the diamonds is how many people bled to make it possible. From the conquered or oppressed giving away their countries riches
for nowhere near a dime on a dollar or the leaders who stood up to protest so you could have the same opportunity to succeed... not the same opportunity to shoot off at the mouth, at your brother enemy, or yourself in the foot.