a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

letra de rewinders - celestaphone

[verse 1: celestaphone]
backmask here track, red room rap in fact you
used a mirror for the tattoo and thai bamboo
“mom” is a palindrome, balm for the tat is on
that alone, battle zone skin and dexpanthenol
lew’ carroll fell in liddell’s rabbit hole
who can tell, threw one h-ll of a rapping show
rock first in line, acrostic
like a hot crime fl!ck stocked the box office
watch this
vision, rewinding like i’m really on a mission
vision, rewinding like i’m really on a mission
count crates like roy’s halftone polka dots
so cold, now that boy rakes snow a lot
so deep it’s keepers finders
be kind rewind sir
she keep ambico or kinyo behind her
to weed out the fine, have a team o’ one liners
but she won’t buy one like b-coin to a miner

[verse 2: th’ mole]
we’re transmitting from the pinnacle
the tipping point, to document the opulent
clocks final tocks and ticks, the moment
between rocks and bricks flung at ones opponent
stoning, drowning, stake burning, unlearning
tensions mounting, fountains running out, we’re
swinging on the precipice singing on this edifice
so ancestors or aliens can wrestle with what’s left of us
rewinding, pondering the findings
trying to divine some kind of reason rhyme or alignment with rational thought
how they’ll marvel at the lies we bought, ties we sought to cut
trees we cut, bees we squashed, fights we fought
leading to the complex climax of the plot
worth a look with many lenses, empirical to spiritual
to map the machinations of the tragicomic miracle

[verse 3: mc paul barman]
let’s take a station break
god give me patience with creationists’ belief in nation states’ sanctity make septic tank from thee ancient lake
shake and bake
clever effervescent peasant
never pleasant to tyrants with violence ever-present
oh yeah! i almost forgot
my soul ghost is caught between an ocean rock
and the ones i hold closest to my heart
when they vote against my kids, it’s tough not to hate old folks a lot
i hope they choke on the gold ropes they bought
or o’dose on pot
this is lost tape cosplay with dj doc on the crossfade
let’s go hunt some osprey

reminder: free minds are going to find my rhymes rewinders
from office chair to hospice care
it’s a short walk, we need lots of air
you as beautiful inside as it is outside
let’s celebrate today as one when doubt died

- celestaphone

letras aleatórias

MAIS ACESSADOS