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letra de at a loss for words - nine leaves

[verse 1: chad mccarthy & abran maldonado]
sit deep think quick react even faster
in fact, thought to cast you, capture mind frames for data
data, plus then i can loop back the scene
expose your blows to calculate sums of dreams
sons are kings, past poems are tombs written like scrolls
inflicting the young, in fact inflicting the old
decrypted the code
explode, cause friction to foes to pray hard
try to escape but i lock you in these eight bars
lyrical lacerations, paraphrasing your face guard
blast a nation with raps amazing, we making them raise the bar
my flows poetically adept to the depths of thе devil’s reaching
my mental potеntial cause audible treble levels peaking

levels peaking, devils seeking beacons breaching and deleting
you find the way that i’m freaking speaking speeches while i’m sleeping
inside of my own sp-ce
pitch black in a zone wait
pushbacks and the bones break
thus collapse from their own weight
when i

rock your dome with a battle blow
the microphone knows your flows fake
i’ll make it known to the whole state
bring a close to your souls fate
incarcerate with no probable cause
close the gate with no escape
my blood boils with cold hate
i’m nasty in ways that most ain’t

[chorus: abran maldonado & chad mccarthy]
i’m at a loss for words
there’s nothing left to say
i’m at a loss for words
just let the music play
just let the music play
just let the music play
just let the music play
just let the music play
i’m at a loss for words
just let the music play
[verse 5: abran maldonado & chad mccarthy]
imagine the roles reversed
those with flows the most deserving
to show remorse for the poor and to those the dough would serve
dispose of my foes and emerge
deploy my metaphors and verbs
lyrical lieutenant that headed and led the war with his words

absurd verbs observe to react quick
wackness gets slashed with hatches
face the facets captured facts are fractured as fast as flashes
disaster strikes the masses when the mask gets worn in the past tense
cracked lenses for false image appearance
fear this, fearless, bring water into my eyes until the tears drip
sins sear sick, sincere twist, vicks clears the mist, decrypts weird words that i mix here
fix gears, rip ears and mics alike twice as nice as divine scripts here

i’m living to die to be born again, the mortal men are mourning
and only when the dawn of the morning is open for the soul of the chosen omen
and all the holy men are yelling amen for the lord that they believe in
the religion you living and leading is giving you reason deceiving in meaning

meanings deemed supreme seeing scenes weaved from looms in dreams
cling to things, screen the scenes, freeze the frames, sees the blame
scenes convey, seem to stray from true means
confuse beings the nine leaves consume teams
the fumes stream through crews screams
however but few seen the level of true cream
n-ggas waiting for loot dreams like pathetical new teens
never ever confuse clean with the smell of a new fiend
i’m amused by letting you bleed like that channel eleven news team

f-ck exposed to radiation i suffer from blood in my gamma stream
i casually battle teams and offer money back guarantees

visualize and imagine your fantasies
the factual actualities
f-ck the fallacies you see often
my illumination is exposin

woven a perfect potent potion closed in an emulsion
approaching cold winter pulses holding poses for winter solstice
from whence the soul sits on crumbling bed rock
these bumbling idiots get your stumbling heads chopped

we phonetically rip shop
with the methods of hip-hop
we poetically l!ck shots
in other words our verbs are murder

heard a certified burner blows back to break the common
verbs are murdered been served to the poetry of aronic

[chorus: abran maldonado & chad mccarthy]
i’m at a loss for words
there’s nothing left to say
i’m at a loss for words
just let the music play
just let the music play
just let the music play
just let the music play (i’m living to die to be born again, the mortal men are mourning)
just let the music play (and only when the dawn of the morning is open for the soul of the chosen omen)
i’m at a loss for words
just let the music play
(and all the holy men are yelling amen for the lord that they believe in)
(the religion you living and leading is giving you reason deceiving in meaning)

- nine leaves

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