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letra de kneedeep - dead players

(verse 1 – jam baxter)
shush, look
knee deep and drowning but modelling colossus
we keep to scrounging and squandering the profits
check the dust in my wallet, gather that and build a beast
silver freak surfing on the gas with the ill physique
milk the teat for everything its worth
devil in the dirt fed a plethora of chemicals and herbs
submerged the hammer tooth urchin is itchy
disturbed germs worth to the curses with in me

(verse 2 – dabbla)
crisper than a freshly printed fifty
spinning like a frisby, everything i’ve got i’m taking with me
it is me, the same guy you lost all hope for
smoke more reefer than the geezer in the growth store
open with a closed door and more intricate
hold a lot of weight and make it move around the syndicate
the grape vine is in to it and we ain’t even started
long but not forgotten, gone and ya dearly departed
(verse 3 – jam baxter)
bruv fix up, we spit sludge at the weaker the hearted
bees in my barnet, flees in my carpet
dribbling insecticide the bredder that’s deep where the bar is
spitting out truth platters, maggots can eat little farces
yeah, tastes kind of bitter but billing up beasts, strap a bat and still dripping blood
beast him, p-ssed out, breathing the soggiest bars known to man
getting wetter than your body is

(verse 4 – dabbla)
you ain’t got the foggiest, clock it like the hotel lobbyist
you know the style now it’s f-cking obvious
modest but i’m honest, incredible lyrical verbaliser
when i blow up sh-t liver than chemical fertiliser
real life not prediction, stop the friction
and come up with something that compliments the contradiction
before we all end up the same way, i’m calling in a mayday

(verse 5 – jam baxter)
i swear to god that’s not the way the games played
man that’s not the way the games played son give the dice back
spine slapping bangers fling blaggers in a fly trap
grabbing them an ice pack, nurse that head of yours
the kids looking lawed like hawk eyed skeletor
switch, find me in the desert less travel
with a pitchfork, flogging a decrepit dead camel
looping up my death rattle lets battle
their crews got all the self-expression of a wet flannel

(verse 6 – dabbla)
strap a huge spliff, make your eyes scew wiff
your mind will do flips and your brain will play tricks
this ain’t the same matrix, keanu couldn’t keep up with him
you’ve need to help your self preservating mechanism
i wreck a riddim like a cannonball, cannibal
eating through these paragraphs and parables
all out infallible, fall out galactic telepathy
synapses collapse and reacting aesthetically

(verse 7 – jam baxter)
heavily sedated looking bait in the cemetery
your recipe for trouble’s still bubbling incessantly
ding dong merrily i’m hype, check the energy
gail force five pour vibes ‘pon the melody
my specialty involves a gold hammer and a gl-ss jaw
a few dead rappers, a bag of maggots and a large saw
it’s really quite a sight to see, yeah get your tickets
creeping in the dreams still lean off the lemon spinach

(verse 8 – dabbla)
to sum it up i love the way the beat bang
calibrate my street slang and celebrate with a bottle in each hand
stop thinking what i should and what i shouldn’t do
sold my soul and bought it back with all the things i put it through
type of sh-t to start a cult with, summer solstice
she’s my mother earth and yep i feel the poles shift
this whole sh-t is sounding like something we can feed from
pull my heart out and get my bleed on

(hook)
we got ‘em like oh no wait he didn’t
still they wanna compare him to something that he isn’t
smash your battle rap and attack your metabolism
while your sat staring at something that’s happened in the distance
we got ‘em like oh no wait he didn’t
still they wanna compare him to something that he isn’t
i’ve seen through the lies and it’s all smog and mirrors
and i cough the truth out my rotten innards
we got ‘em like oh no wait he didn’t
still they wanna compare him to something that he isn’t
smash your battle rap and attack your metabolism
while your sat staring at something that’s happened in the distance
we got ‘em like oh no wait he didn’t
still they wanna compare him to something that he isn’t
i’ve seen through the lies and it’s all smog and mirrors
and i cough the truth out my rotten innards
we got ‘em like oh no wait he didn’t
still they wanna compare him to something that he isn’t
smash your battle rap and attack your metabolism
while your sat staring at something that’s happened in the distance

- dead players

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