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letra de ode ii a dead man - shazzy

,b.harold hill:“friend, either you’re closing your eyes to a situation you do not wish to acknowledge, or you are not aware of the caliber of disaster indicated…”

[verse 1]
keep your eyes open and remember me well
i came as dust in the wind and took a step outta h-ll
destroying you and rhymin’ ‘til the damage is done
i’ll disengage your heart from your soul cause i don’t have one
livin’ by the rules of the world as you’re in debt to
live and let live it’s a lie cause i don’t let you
speakin’ through my soul on a hole, i control you
the beat breaks you down to a tear and i console you
under my wing, in time you feel i can be trusted
while in russian roulette, i play fully loaded then i bust it
prayin’ over k!lling the strong, cause i’m adapt to
leavin’ a mark on my wake because i have to
caught by another less another brother less
one other brother for another to discover
and it’s formula, a corner monopoly
on a roll and in control, like i’m supposed to be
hear me well and strong, but if one
can’t remember me well in the ode to a dead man

[verse 2]
“smooth operator, operatin’ correctly”
a cross of a conquest, the one of unequal
took him for whatever the worth was the sequel
a battle of [?], k!llin’ of ten men
subtracting a total of five, who were dead then
the legend that lived in the life of a legacy
an ode man that bread of your blood that of what you see
take it for whatever the worth of a thin line
crossed and took over, that is not now and is mine
lost in a place between death and a life
to live no mercy is given, and i’ll take if you don’t give
one dead man to go down as a break fall
seen the death of them once and you’ve seen them all
you’re free to me and i’ll pay no price to live
i’m takin’ what’s mine and what’s not it’s yours to give
you’re giving it, and i’m takin’ it gladly
try to take it back and i’ll be breaking it badly
rump bread is the color of the blood when it’s red from
course brought it together, the bell and the dead drum
[verse 3]
a life of a man who had fought and he lived to die
walked through the valley of death and did not survive
leadin’ for an army to rule for another plan
what was a fight? now was an ode to a dead man
four who rebelled, three fell took shelter
two left who knew the book of helter skelter
one under power, i the high priestess of funk
then above all the lips that speak of lyrical junk
and of ability displaying on my car
our message is the {?] and a die hard
hear me well and strive, but if one
can remember me and the ode to a dead man

[outro]
(there it is. stop [?])

- shazzy

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