letra de eternal life (original version) - clay-doh the world destroyer
verse 1
cuz i had up to here with this misery
and pain
i could take losses all year
and still report a gain
i could walk into a lion’s den
put clippers to they mane give em all a bald fade
see, we are not the same
this is not a game
got angels protecting me
demons doing my bidding
the devil invested in me
keeping me alive for a time that’s yet
to be seen
the ending gon be tumultuous, most
definitely
i can’t explain why clay-doh spit the
firе like a geyser
i can’t еxplain why the game treated
me like the messiah
i can’t explain why this b-tch out my league want me inside her
but i’ma
rise to the top like bubbles on apple
cider
you f-ckin with stryder
the empire, long been in the ruins
but it’s sure to resurface like the
waves in a typhoon is
sacred rites by bonfire with druids
you might construe it holy matrimony of heaven and earth
be where the truth is
i told y’all ama burn it to the ground
and i meant
if not for nothing more than the fact
that you’re against it
swimming pool full of blood
i dive in, i ain’t kendrick
never started the beef but ama finish
it
chorus
trying to pay my debts society wants my neck
signing the checks with blood
a treasure chest full of sweat my art is worth millions
costs the same as a breath
i’ll be givin y’all my best even it cost me my death
you can bet
it gon get better fore it get’s worse
f-ck the purse
i did it for the nookie, fred durst
i pick the mic with no gloves even if it was cursed
turns out i gain eternal life from puttin
you in a he-rs-
turns out i gain eternal life from puttin
you in a he-rs-
puttin you in a he-rs-
i pick up the mic with no gloves even if it was cursed
turns out i gain eternal life from puttin
you in a he-rs-
verse 2 (canibus) the edelman trust barometer
is a social thermometer
for the reason that we live like
communists
social credit system
i’m mr. sigma
male on a mission
don’t compare d-ck size with em
that’s why i’m winnin
mother f-ckers ain’t gon stop me
from livin
i do what i want, n—-
banzai
no time to die
dead men don’t get wifi
on the beach with boondocks and ta
tas
rhymes reindigeonize
but i don’t diss people this time
cuz love it still love, let’s rise
counter gentrify with a smile
wow
hip hop is nearly 60 years old now
chorus
trying to pay my debts
society wants my neck
signing the checks with blood
a treasure chest full of sweat
my art is worth millions
costs the same as a breath i’ll be givin y’all my best
even it cost me my death
you can bet
it gon get better fore it get’s worse
f-ck the purse
i did it for the nookie, fred durst
pick the mic with no gloves even if it was cursed
turns out i gain eternal life from puttin
you in a he-rs-
turns out i gain eternal life from puttin
you in a he-rs-
puttin you in a he-rs- i pick up the mic with no gloves even
if it was cursed
turns out i gain eternal life from puttin you in a he-rs-
verse 3
cuz we just stuck in this game with no kind of guidance
no choice but to play blindly
and hope to find alignment
i would say it’s h-ll but then how
would i define it?
never heard from the oracle
all the psychics went silent (what the
h-ll?)
can’t seem to reap rewards without
the side kicks in a vice grip (unh)
all praise to god
i’m only livin out of spite cuz my
my papyrus: osiris haters don’t like it i’d have em all suck my d-ck but some of them might bite it (haanh) ama bring to the public them acts against god done in private (yeah) next time the fascists united i noticed they been dyin the reason god is smilin (ayyye)
i ain’t savin private ryan (f-ck that)
i would put my foot on they throat but
droppin faster than flies and that’s
chorus
trying to pay my debts
society wants my neck
signing the checks with blood
a treasure chest full of sweat
signing the checks with blood
a treasure chest full of sweat
my art is worth millions
costs the same as a breath
i’ll be givin y’all my best even it cost me my death
you can bet
it gon get better fore it get’s worse
f-ck the purse
i did it for the nookie, fred durst
i pick the mic with no gloves even if it
was cursed
turns out i gain eternal life from puttin
you in a he-rs-
turns out i gain eternal life from puttin
you in a he-rs-
puttin you in a he-rs-
i pick up the mic with no gloves even
if it was cursed
turns out i gain eternal life from puttin
you in a he-rs-
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