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letra de the ceremonies rap - figment

people don’t merge
no. can you get to know me?
with low seratonin levels you’re forever lonely
a strange process, we progress very slowly
yeah, i’m a master but them shows ain’t ceremonies
my rhyme’s an opiate, mind altering state
a celurean fire, flash bang nova display
they’re sandstone with a cracked coating of beige
that’s blander than magnolia dragged over the page
yahh
i’ve focused my aim, i thought i’d go for their brains
it’s either me fam or n-body’s sane?
we’re all brainwashed, stressed and working for the same boss
and humans need a sense of purpose, so we made gods
and corporate labour camps, dank days, pay the man
everyday’s the same, trained till your brain is jam
face the facts, you’ll never escape, race them rats
or take some tabs and just hope that you make it back
i couldn’t give a f-ck what they say to f.r.a.n.k
that they got some drug problems and they hate their dad
or that their little sister, she would say “you f-g!”
and slap you and dress you like a b-tch and make you rap
yeah, his wrists bled, no you can’t miss death
no, but you could miss life with your half inch depth
this is something rarely seen, in any other outlet:
i rip apart this scene while i’m doing something about it
we’re two different people, one’s ruthless and evil
the other’s just a human, we choose to deceive you
i move through this heaving, m-sses of people
so vapid and feeble they’re actually see-through
and no..
no, i’m happy to see you or glad when i meet you
it’s bad when we speak too
i’d rather just imagine a sea view
and laugh as the seagulls attack the cathedral
bounce off the steeple, land in the high-seas
pieces, spiral-swarm invites feasts
beaks bite, scales rip and eyes bleed
then each of them fills their belly and flies east
yo, it’s fully cooked or raw, whatever tastes better
one thing i know:
for that cheese you better make cheddar
it’s longevity, still b-mped when 70
not some 17 year old humming a melody
yo, but there’s a penalty though; they can’t afford sh-t
still they having more kids and dreaming of that drawbridge
if you think you’re making money off this rawness
then my advice to you is don’t bother with the mortgage
horribly distorted views of where this path leads
and most of that radio music’s like a bad dream
the big sleep, i can’t wake all i got is this
and the depth of their wackness seems bottomless
critics scribbling venom up in their column inch
the problem is them f-cking snakes don’t know what honour is
they want a fix, a quick shot in their broke vein
that no-brain tame audio cocain

- figment

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