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  • Текст песни Sole - Bottle Of Humans

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    (Chorus)
    I've been so many places
    In my life and time
    Yes, I've sung a lot of songs
    I've made some bad rhymes

    Top of the world
    Yet I aint never left my head to turn and look back
    Every second page is anthem
    Perfected writ mood
    In the perfect world I set the perfect mood
    And in perverted abodes, I claim rogue
    Enflame clothes and sing songs of underdepression love
    Chemical imbalanceship, paranoia
    My scientist fiction, I kick space raps that's down to Earth and
    The kids that get dubs are the only ones that wanna listen
    My words are my world, believe it or not they mean a lot to some
    Can't say that I'm ahead of time, I fear that my time will never come
    Can't exist outside the bottle, you'll crack under pressure
    No aggression, why they've got to learn,
    if they don't things won't get any better
    Listenin' to God burn objects of animal animating
    in a still life picture of the La Brea tar pit
    Walking the surface of my red carpet
    These are distress signals spanning you and I
    Inversatile if anyone here's a soul survivor of a dying civilization
    A galaxy called integrity (In that belt called creativity)
    But it's not a black corpse, snuffed by a cold world, I keep warm
    By burning dead bodies smelling the beats and never cess
    So, um, you can walk the streets until the building no longer remains
    My people are my people, comrades, and allies, the lines are drawn
    This is my gold tank, everywhere I go don't belong
    I'm known by most, hated by many, endured by the rest
    Police in dead skin, I'm so East,
    well then why did I end up on the West???
    Don't wanna sacrifice my cadence,
    and sentence structure design of my rhymes, etc.
    ANTICON, hip-hop music for the advancement of mankind
    More than an egomanical sarcastic label for a movement
    So when the chain still smells
    like a million dead corpses and kerosene marching
    To burn down the walls of the village and storm the castle,
    run up the damsels
    Take 'em to the river, now we can spawn
    This aint premillenium tension, it's the result of too much free time,
    On dusty fingers, and it'll be a wonderful ride
    A million bleeding hearts composing prose in blood
    To live and die a thousand times

    (Chorus)

    Ever been to Hell?
    This is a black-and-white photo album outlines in increments
    The infrastructure is dead
    Instructed look at the scene of the massacre askin' for forgiveness,
    no beggin'
    No degrading anybody, everybody's in the alleyway for the Sole cast
    ??? watch me rip it and mark my words in white chalk
    Gawking at reflections walking in insurrections getting bad ones
    This isn't spoken word, it's the reinvention of Sugar Hill
    Right now, your girl is transfixed upon my hips
    And this is Sole, and we're makin love right now,
    so I don't need to take her to the hotel
    This is a love song, I pass out roses with the thorns in my flesh
    It's like these are groupies, I'm a mammal,
    my whole life's a freestyle set
    The Earth's an orb in the sky, so nothing gets to my head
    The universe is my A&R, by the time I fall off, I'll probably dead
    It's been a long time since those mountain pipe dreams were stuffed in snow
    Now my culture's pierced, by the greatest accountance I've ever known
    It's nothing personal, hip-hop design has gotten vain,
    So emcees I aint feeling you, if I don't know your real name
    Hip-hop aint dead, the industry's just wack,
    and hip-hop is a thoroughfare
    Keep your sights set
    What do you wanna move, rappers, minds or posteriors?
    I'm still a fan, corporate insider, and brain nigga
    It's springtime we're the centaurs and people in grass skirts
    This is the verge, the melting point
    When your favorite emcees can't be lazy anymore
    This is psychopath, this is psych rap
    With violence, violence
    My life

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