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Cunninlynguists Dirty Acres Things I Dream (verse 1 - Natti) Arctic perspiration, heartless and impatient No angel just a devil from shoulder to shoulder pacin Fillin my gaze with hate, eyes cold as Alaskan basements Aim at rappin clay targets while labels move like the Masons I hang around outside of their building amonst the vagrants Dangerous as loaded stainless, Majority versus minority Cool as Cube's bat cocked back at the Priority Warning the flashlight cops to stop where they stand As I proceed to beat the publishing up out of this man I tell him get the fuck up They yellin how could he stand? I don't expect him to, bitch I pound him close to the land Louisville Slugger cover every inch of his noggin bobbin With every strike, askin what Heaven like The reverend might, when he visit that is If his spirit is near it But if you yell toward Hell he'd hear it more vivid But I'm under slumber, you get it? to live it I'd have to let you all (verse 2 - Deacon) Once upon a time I seen it clearer than the bluest day Got off in some crimes, seen that line turn bluish grey Q&A with self about murder, pussy & politics Word around hte world is money and I want all of it WOrld crooked like St. Ides, eye's acknowledge this Just ask them Virginia Tech college kids While ya'll wait for apologies, I'm low like a fox Get between me and yo rocks and I'll put yo ass in a box I feel the odds favor robbin a world without God Money's the language of humanity, gimme Visa cards I need ya cash and ya car, before I smash ya facade Orwatch this classic toy make you collapse to the sod Under the yard boy Since a child these thoughts lurkin in my shadows I heard em placin wagers on how well I'd face my battles Accelerate to adult, failed but never faltered I'm standing upon rock that'd make powder out Gibralter (verse 3 - Kno) Fumblin with a sweat on my fingers, something impetuous lingers Become infected with feeling so I'm electing this evenin To end my life without reason cus I'm indicted for treason Closin my eyes and I'm leakin, drag the knife til I'm bleedin Cus its light that I'm seeking, feels only right that I'm meetin With Jesus seeking redemption but he don't need my repentance For he who feels my intentions sees that my deepest depression Is feeding me to these demons that lurk and feed on my essence The pain is deep in my chest and I keep repeatin my blessins Ever since a meek adolescence that saw me beaten by freshmen Parents repeatedly sentenced, heroin needles on dressers They used to feed their infection, I can't repeat indescretions So I pause for reflection, long for honest affection And gettin lost in the music is only soothin for stretches Cus if you knew where my head is, when I'm doing these records You'd never listen to my music again, I can't let you |
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