Lyrics:
yourselves
By putting up a smile
Meaningless stature
Futile being
Scorn inside
Saving your lives
Saving your lies
Continue to live
While poisoning your minds
That all seem to imply
Silencing what you mean
Denial of grief, of scorn
And my seethe,
Have pushed me over
The edge into deep
For what i've gathered
I
To truths, we cannot accept Scorn by the slightest suspicion Of fear
Of hate
Of all we have
Cast all judgment aside, and embrace the predation Abiotic warfare
突破自我才是真考验
豺狼猛兽的嗜血 挑战或逃避 人生速战不速决
The moral of the “Tortoise & Hare race” story – pride will have a fall
One gains by modesty, loses by conceit
Victory
of them
What the daylight scorns
The night embraces
And I go looking for what I
Want in the wrong places
Unfathomable
It seems that all I really
the man say
R-R-Rock stone was my pillow could not find place fi sleep
Pot dem empty we haffi find food fi eat
Everyday we terrorize by soldier
Hope that bitch see me doing good cause that bitch a bum
Little shawty in all black looking like me, she copied the swag
By the night she copied the swag
bum broke niggas you can fall by the waste side
Shady ass bitches you can fall by the waste side
Unloyal ass hoes by the wasteside
Haa look Hatin on me
He is a hustler, he's no good at all
He is a loser, he's a bum, bum, bum, bum
He lies, he bluffs, he's unreliable
He is a sucker with a gun, gun,
the flames of our origin
To lie still and wait
The baseless reverence you adjure
Is condemned by truth
Your divine, cast down from the skies
Cold and wretched
at the party looking at me
Hopin' said she can't get saved by me (right)
I'm lookin at her like
I ain't tryna save that girl (no sir)
I ain't tryna save that
Fever has boiled inside the lecherous growth
Exposing the teeth from which a chasm will be bored
Pulling apart the flesh, with forcible scorn
Only
Huh, uh
Dun, dun, uh
Bum, uh, uh, uh, uh
(Section 8 just straight cooked this motherfucker up)
Yeah, uh
Bum, uh, huh
Bum, bum, huh
Bum, bum
He is a hustler, he's no good at all
He is a loser, he's a bum, bum, bum, bum
He lies, he bluffs, he's unreliable
He is a sucker with a gun, gun,
to blow
Lastly you see:
Me, be three by three
Firing these things called TNT
Fire these things called TNT
These things called TNT
They call me TNT
Whoa yeah yeah
Whoa whoa yeah
What up what up what up
What up what up what up
Bum bum bum bum bum bum bum
What up
What up
When I say I'm on my way
and you turn slums
Keep an eye open hope a don't fall in love
Your nigga a bum
I don't know him but I'm gonna shed some blood
Shooting out shots when I walk
pounding face up
To the bright sun
I can't see anymore
I'm coming undone
I'm the blind man I'm the bum
I rot in the sun
I'm a virus and I'll
Ask
There's no path to follow
There's no path to follow
There's a line in the sand
Put there by a man
By a man whose children
Will built castles
There is a land not far from the ears of sound
The eyes of sight can't see
It's over the trees
You'll be there by tomorrow's breeze
few people get
Just be yourself
A bullshit statement
Can't help but get
Bent by the shape
Of the play pen
You were raised in
It's a prison but you
Calling it
for love, and now I do the same...
Ride on, ride on you scorn of the earth
Betrayed by the sacred, through parasite birth
Agony!
Is all you left behind
Illuminate this new born world
By the funeral pyre of the old
Reset the clock on mankind
The hour hand the hammer, the minute the nail
And I know what
grows insane with fury
Torn by confusion, shrouded with worry
Crossing the river your scorn becomes fear
For your judgment is near
Three realms lay before
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