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letra de the battlecry - lucy piew

[verse 1 : artaud]
summin’ the time i got left behind these bars
staring at that cellphone out that pack of weetabix
been sucking off the co to get it back
but the battery was already sinking in the river styx
i feel blessed they didn’t throw in the ding wing
caught me reloading mein kampf with phil spector
lice is itching my subconscious like a cipher
think twice it’s just another day in paradise..
my mind is shooting blanks at that grey page
all work and no play makes jack a dull cliché
throw that ashtray to my forehead
hoping to bleed something worthy of that rainy day
i’m venomous, but i keep my poison to myself
vicious vitriol, precious precious silver
gold republic, cold sick to the stomach
sunflower samurai, chainsmoking on the motorway

[hook: artaud]
rebirth of creativity, f-ck the holy trinity
trust the inner monkey, proove your consistency
rebirth of creativity, f-ck the holy trinity
trust the inner monkey, proove your consistency

[verse 2 : artaud]
i’m a slave to my rage, doggystyle
forcing the plague outta my fly, nourished by the critters
feed’em with wonder, sixty-nine
dirt in the wind, right in the middle of your eye
imagination raped with a stick and a bag of french fries
open your skull with a heartbreaking battlecry
reeking bourgeois, gluten-free creampie
middle finger, salute from versailles
sodosopa, wholegrain mafia
stuffin’ your face with dirt cookies and diet soda
i’m the c-nt bashin the wise guy ?
you’re like a remake, you’re just as rank as vanilla sky
you’re nothing like my people, you’re just my alibi
won’t have to justify, you’re so fetid (tepid)
something’s gonna turn your way, forget about
you’re safe distance, this bullet ain’t stray

[verse 3 : artaud]
rebirth of creativity, me flinging tiles off the rooftop at ya
zooyork baboon top botcher
i run the flea market, tears streaming down my flow
the less you know the better
time goes by and it’s not coming back, so
keep your sh-t for the rascals, talk shows
i lay slain by the undertow
spitting up stinky rhymes til you’re ko
illi-c-i o-bey to status quo
investing in fate, iron plates, spades
get outta the maze, warface painted
jawbreaking the quitters, feast on sh-t
maintain heading, opium basing
like the icky sticky hairy scary gi-j
run away dog from this stolen starship
we’re the sputnik mongrels of the gold republic

- lucy piew

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