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letra de inherit my speech - hemlock ernst & height keech

[intro: sample]
lima lama sama hama mama
that means take out the trash mama, ’cause we gon’ boogie, yeah!

[verse 1: hemlock ernst]
what the f-ck you do today?
then who the f-ck are you today?
i’m in the mirror like daniel before the k-mite
indentured to the stage like the curtain’s chains
thinking, what i lost i can never gain
then curtains change

elephant dance, candyland, rain man pants, the stance
don’t forget it like her majesty’s hands
it was the perfect summer
dimple kisses in a purple jumper
baby girl cinnamon squish
magician’s tricks out the hat
like the treasure map, snap a king cobra
drink, best sleep over, you drive, you’ll be sober, then wait
like a trap or a joker in a lincoln mask
stinking, linking, slinking
hydraulics is broken, chokin’ exhaust
drink your medicine, wake up or get tossed
that’s a pedal for a engine that’s lost
that’s a metaphor
i speak to exist
the tacit nature of a hand at the lips
they ask for silence but don’t pay me for this
just the adrenaline rush and my ambivalence for livings that trust
the trust of giving how now meeting the most
his eyes open, eyes closed in the body of a ghost
now my host body, floating dead through motel lobby
six dates away from my mate
the same time got my fortunate rhyme
but then my emotions the unfortunate kind
a blind mute of fate
[?] nickel plated meat
bronze sickle waiting in the wings for me
to take flight is to take life
make a home for it
kiss your mother ‘fore you go for it
hug your father ‘fore you go for it
may be the last thing i have to show for it
so i chauffeur it
i’m just outta reach from the ones i can teach
i know the earth will inherit my speech
so i speak
eyes open, eyes closed in the body of a ghost
now my host body
i know the earth will inherit my speech
i know the earth will inherit my speech

[verse 2: billy woods]
puff the baby blue lefty
you try-hards not my baby’s boo
still paying dues, i’m no deadbeat
read the sign on the booth, mi yout
it’s no reggie
a wind on the loop, time stretching
the encore a whole ‘nother tour i’m feeling like ceschi
lobby of the ganja vault, come and get me
no word salad, my ballad tossed spaghetti
never come down, high when you met me
i arrive, smelling like tropical forest fires, don’t sweat the technique
i got a nose for pretend grief
these pinocchios got they nose cross the line, it’s a dead heat
skim the script looking for my lines and do i survive the set piece
wrecked ship, high tides off the coast of western greece
shh, let him sleep
kush the color of golden beets
if push come to shove i’ll pull the plug and just roll the green and gold
jamaican flag rolled in the slow leaf
let me cook, i keep bacon grease by the stove
i keep the devil way down in a hole, soul rebel
i came by a different road
in the dark, strike a match, fire
scratch at the controls
bob sees you laugh in the back
smoke billowing out through the nose
bunny and them by the do’, i’m gone
ghost whisperin’, wind whistlin’ through the weed planted in rows
the corn
i’m gone

- hemlock ernst height keech

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