Lyrics:
labor for a couple fucking dimes
And you can spend your whole life here
being beaten by our staff of steroid gym rat white nationals
Do it all for Nike,
fleece-like floor
By the midnight breezes strewn
And wherever the heat
Of her unseen feet
Which only the angels hear
May have broken the woof
Of my tentˈs thin
records saying that we're a threat to decent society.
Fuck them. I hope we are.
What kind of depraved idiot thinks they can silence others by denying them
Travelin' now
On the low highway
Three thousand miles
To the Frisco Bay
Cross the rivers wild
And the lonesome plains
Up the coast and down
Black chick white guy, does it mean shit, maybe?
I don't know but yo, it never fazed me
But either way here's one tale
Of two like that and what
men’s shouts
Wayward and fierce they stood
They fought all day and sang all night
Warmed by the fire of the wood
In the tundra, blinding white
On the path
Call me by my name
And in that time of prayer and waiting
Where doubt and reason dwell
A jury sat deliberating
All is lost
Or all is well
Home,
bustin' holes out of trojans
Cex rhymes controllin', always think before I speak
Brain reacts chemically to generate the heat
Just a white head in love
Lost faith in the father
Lost faith in myself
Lost faith in what I see
Lost faith, I'm giving in
Giving up
Lost faith in the trust
Broken promises I
on the daily
Listening to a broken record still playing
Ima take a stance and speak
Ima be the hands and the feet
They don't understand but seek
So ima love God
imitations
Misleading information
GMO Rappers wit their Artificial flavoring
Shackled by the chain call it Record label slavery
The game Sho'll is ugly that's
a Dodgers hat
Narcs chasing n*ggas through the parks
Running through dice games, the dough was up in White Plains with bar
Eatin' Wells, blowin' L's out
gettin' that degree at Stanford or Harvard
Threatened by my work ethic, the way I speak, yo
Should I be mentally weak, verse being Malik
Yo, should I be
the lords of the darkland
Defeated the army of the nordic plains taking Erian's book
From Ainor's hall
Where they had hidden it those disciples of the black
it
Record it again, but I flake when you need it
I hate myself
You can't devise the plain distraction: I raised you hell
And from the corner of my eyes
From the land of shooting waters to the peaks of the Coeur d'Alene
Thimbleberries in the forest, elk grazing on the plain
The People of the Coyote
OF JcCK
I'M GONNc DRINK TO YOUR MEMORY CcUSE YOU'RE NEVER EVER COMING BcCK
I'M GONNc PcINT c BROKEN HEcRT ON EVERY WHITE WcLL IN THIS HOUSE
ROUND cND ROUND
Melody threw out all my records
Onto the pavement and the street
Then she went back to Belfast city
Left the broken chords at my feet
So I return
I don't play around, nor do I f around
And you can tell by the
Bodies that are left around
When some clown jumps up to get beat down
Broken down
like shit when
I need them(them),
I just need her(her),
Only need her
DXXGO
Reymond mmm, yeh yeh
White Brothers Records baby,
White Brothers Records baby
over the backs of broken dreams
Gettin' on yo playlists by any means
I-I-I-I I swear it (Swear it)
You can't even compare it (Compare it)
Climb over
of peeps as him and Lucille
Said no to the green new deal
Job got shanked by white power bill
Now his out in the hospitil
TADA
I have a crush on AOC
Like
just breaking down
Hit the ground falling in love with the white light
Pull me by the motherfucking waist while I'm falling down
One time strong in my
White stone hidden in the ground
Gonna take a life before it's found
(INDLELA YASE - CONGO the Congo way)
Tribesman from jungle town
He's heading
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