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letra de glass half empty - mahatma crowley

[intro]
run the world like god
he know what i’m on
watch myself evolve
against all the odds

[verse 1]
ski mask black, no strap in my lap
but i’ll knuckle up, bet the house on that
line ’em all up, knock ’em all back
then watch ’em all front like i’m f-ckin’ wack
toss ’em like discus, puffin’ hibiscus
so beyond one blink and you missed it
what we on so futuristic
behold the mark hold my heart while i rip this
warrants cross water so i stay in new york
i snitch on myself, racks ready for court
live life, no fear, taking its course
or get your wig split like a f-cking divorce
summon unseen forces in the trees
trap that trap or fall with breeze
everyone does as they please
so i live so selfishly
you and me we won’t agree
this kingdom stretches far as you can see
all these people living on their knees
but they give no praise to me

[bridge]
i see that gl-ss half empty
one more step in could wreck me
i know that god forgets me
i heard they all obsessing
i’m on that good they stressing
they all want to arrest him
each time i fail in testing
i cannot learn my lesson
out from the dark i’m pressing
tombstones read rip, they resting
i stand up here confessing
my dark secrets infesting

[verse 2]
most kings heads roll at my feet
before i take my rightful seat
i bathe in the blood that covers these streets
when my gl-ss spills i rinse repeat
you can’t win if you can’t compete
over time we are obsolete
in that zone i find defeat
the water from my gl-ss makes me drown so deep
i am the one who crawls and creeps
look to fill the gl-ss with souls i reap
enter the void through the words i speak
you will learn we play for keeps
inside me is what you seek
the pinnacle meeting me at the peak
still i see myself as weak
the gl-ss looks empty now don’t you see it?
how the f-ck to fill it? watch me go and k!ll it
the adept already know we on for a minute
breaking out to sk!ll it, anything i will it
every finished project is a piece of me, feel it?
out of my grasp, nothing will last
haunted by the ghosts of the past
i keep my stance, empty at a glance
i will break the gl-ss when i get the chance
raaa

- mahatma crowley

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