Lyrics:
of Shams (yeah)
Spit that heat rock that make fiends make vapors of grams
Sham's is the greatest fan, rock big cables of sands
Valleys and trunks, I got
Take up your arm
Sons and daughters
We will arise from the bunkers
By land, by sea, by dirigible
We'll leave our tracks untraceable now
When we
Take up your arm
Sons and daughters
We will arise from the bunkers
By land, by sea, by dirigible
We'll leave our tracks untraceable now
When we
Shrieks of Sheiks as they run
Across the movie screen
A thousand sand dune soldiers led
By an Arabian Queen
And the harem girls move like fancy
your ammo and stand strong
The revolution ain't televised, they streamin' dot com
Yeah, ain't no bunkers in Bucktown, just gun bussas
No one trust
demineralizing. You spoil it later
And the death penalty for them
Would be the lack of toilet paper
Hurry man! By the minute
It's minimalizing like vapor
This
Vapor trails running through your towns
The only way you'll get your premonition
Livin' by the Outlaws Creedance - here we go
You think that you're
Rites in orchestration
The liturgy
Transcend entombed in vapors
The holy methodology
cnd fallen star, from heaven cast
Strikes like thunder
cnd man
at the ground by a pile of rags
Grainy little figures on television screens
Weighing up the moment, guilty, guilty
What's he doing with that stick?
What's
I get mad wicked (fuck around) and catch a bad one by the funker
I puff the mad spliffs and roll blunts with Archie Bunker
'Cause my brain is
Written by an ego that's left in favor
Cast a cloud of smoke that's only vapor
Wrap him up in a bow and say heres your savior
Here's your savior now
Oh
Wipe the sticks from our backs
And the bolts that descend from above
They're repelled by the armour of love
I don't have a country or a company
is way too wide
You're all shored up in your bunkers and silos
Don't know the way but I’m sure it's the high road
Shout the words till they come back
Gillete MACH3, Serbischer Drive-By,
Schutzweste AA, Mein Körper Bleifrei,
Nema Problema, Klick-Klack Bye Bye!
Hallo Bre! Hallo Bree!
Wollen du
my bag
Signin' my check and I'm countin' up paper Smokin' on hookah, I'm all about vapor
Bad bitches for days, I see her, I take her She like to be
straw
Tomorrow I make my way alone
All my ambitions have made this pair
J'me left'm overwhelmed by nettles
By the brambles of this bitch of living
My
Buffalo?
Did the hate filled want to build bunkers
In your beautiful red earth
They want to build them in our shiny white snow
And now I've drawn
(Say the word and I'll be there)
They found a spot on Bunker Hill
Though getting by was hard
The phoenix slowly turned to ashes
Hope to broken
Now, what are you seeing from there?
Birds flying across the sky or the fading vapor trail
Now, what are you thinking of alone?
Memories that I
the line
Console melting away
Daily auto-injections, straight to the spine
My life destroyed by the Mind-fire
My life destroyed by the Mind-fire
Goodbye my
my Triangle leave da Circles for Squares & Kettles
Every Damn Time I Was Down Or Been Lost
Surrounded By Trickery I Can Touch But It Cost
Surrounded
gonna try and achieve the unachievable
Because one day that vapor will be in my pocket
Comforted by lint and an external warmth
And I wonder
Will it
Girlie all mine cuz she stand by me
Ridin' all night and she stand by me
And you know we look fly when she stand by me
Taking trips to the sky
to the creator
Lose my face in the vapors
Causing havoc I'm savage
Days away from the casket
Yeah
Yeah
Highly intoxicated
Enlightening intoxication
I know what I
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