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 plan 9 from inner space - jake the adversary

[verse 1]
an electroplated gold magnum
clutched in the fist of a meditating cro-magnon
low-grav’, i keep toes tapping ’til toe-tagging
hone craft, if i could be a nomad, i’d be so happy
rappers talk shop, selling sample sh-t and 808s
ain’t amazed, never scoping eyes over tablegrain
play-to-pay, k!lling blues, graying the skies
and most wannabe g’s ain’t stayin’ alive as such
don’t just crack, you need brainpans and egg-beaters
papal with paypal, i pay paul to peg peter
then late seated reading fineman, a man fine
anti-s, stay inside a closet, like it’s plan nine
stardom not too far, but a locked dude’s carving
what i brought through bars to top the top few czars
i got a not-true start, but i get mad sheets
and reference books, i can’t afford to fit the sad beats

[verse 2]
bad-at-rap skirmisher
lay back, staring at the nasty black curvature
mope, get mistaken for a m-ssive–ss goethe nerd
after that word a verse, turn a hurtful big finish acid bath murderer
it’s lit, i’n’ it? get a laugh at that, or earn a curse
kid disc-spinning, in a matta’ fact, a perjurer, and-
‘finna miss spitting with the cataracts, the burn-averse
‘finna kick writtens ’til the actiraitic turn reversed

[verse 3]
affirm a dirge, give listeners priapisms
try to write the right lines, then worry i might have missed ’em
mind a prison, invent selections of private vistas
claim life is vivid, then livid, crying to find it isn’t

[verse 4]
minister, see a problem and fix it, i’m not royal
ironically, the bottom-feeders stick to the topsoil
done keeping head over water i’d rather grow gills
serene as a man with no chill – elite to probe sk!ll
and you would think with all this running there was somewhere to be
instead of molehills with old pills
awake at night while you thumb-suckers are plum-tuckered
i’ll end this, f-ck, “what’s friendship?” i once wondered

- jake the adversary

letras aleatórias

MAIS ACESSADOS