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letra de all hail (pressure) - prostitute

[intro]
they come for me
“be quiet or be k!lled,” they said they’d come for me
whose voice do they obey? who sent these dogs for me?
if i die, then i die, it was only flesh to me
now i see

[verse 1]
they come for me
“be quiet or be k!lled,” they said they’d come for me
all men are dancers on a thread, weightless and hovering
their eyes, petrified, and wandering
now i see
they come for me, yet motherf-ckers should be crowning me
the detainees form a chorus for the gospels shaped in lunacy
i’ve seen it all, i’ve done it all, i’ve lived it all before
the last i heard, they fall like confetti to the floor

[chorus]
and i know, i know, i know, i know (pressure)
i know, i know, i know, i know (taut as skin)
i know, i know, i know, i know, i know (through my bones and through my limbs)
i know pressure
i know pressure, god, no (inshallah, fatwa, my kin)
but i know
and i know, i know, i know, i know (pressure)
i know, i know, i know, i know (taut as skin)
i know, i know, i know, i know, i know (through my bones and through my limbs)
why’d you hide?
i still know the same hands are still on me (inshallah, fatwa, my kin)
[verse 2]
and i’ve seen red, hallowed are the gutted pores
of a body born from wreckage gagged and bound to the floor
let a fool rush in, any and all i’d devour
i’m the motherf-cker who took down the towers
call me boxcutter, kafir, heir to a wh0re
damocles hung, cut the cord, i hear them coming through the door
through the door, through the door, through the door

[bridge]
see how they rush in in twos or threes or more
i want them to know true glory’s claimed through gore
the crown’s a ring of cronies salivating ’round the throne
put up your hands, hands, hands, hands
for submission of a pig, coronation of a snitch
the rise and fall of a b-tch
their epitaph, a header, “forty hours of terror”
a wealthy life spent, body bent like a beggar’s
“alhamdulillah” chants the tenors, “alhamdulillah” croon the sick
all hail the b-st-rd daggered, dumped, and rotting in a ditch
the symphony strains, once coordinated, now collapsed
the curtain unveils to expose the crowd’s final, palsied laughs
ten rounds to purge the jury, one martyr made complete
just watch me push the b-tton and make history repeat
[chorus]
and i know, i know, i know, i know (pressure)
i know, i know, i know, i know (taut as skin)
i know, i know, i know, i know, i know (through my bones and through my limbs)
i know pressure
i know no gods, none above, nor below (inshallah, fatwa, my kin)
but i know
and i know, i know, i know, i know (pressure)
i know, i know, i know, i know (taut as skin)
i know, i know, i know, i know, i know (through my bones and through my limbs)
why’d you hide?
so how are you gonna stop me?
how are you gonna stop me?
who’s gonna stop me while you suffer?

- prostitute

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