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letra de coal - sole (us)

[for the love of god someone please trasnscribe the underchorus i’m dying to know what it says – i hear snippets that include “the weight of their dreams can buy and sell [something]” “the tents they burn right there in front of you and pay you in scrip”]

chorus [decomposure]
i don’t wanna shop at the company store
i won’t build my home out of poison oak
the rider gets the prize for the stride of the horse
the beast gets the bullet when its leg gets broke

verse 1 [sole]
put this with phone numbers i forgot
all those stories i don’t tell
cuz i don’t give a sh-t
all my savings put it on my t–th
i do what i believe
even if it means i’m livin’ beyond my means
tell me it’s nothin’ but water undеr the bridge
ask a captain about the sеa
ask captain ahab ’bout that abyss
someday i’ll make a record where i do not say “abyss”
i’ll be dead then, while my grandkids playin’ this
tell ’em tim holland was not a rolling stone
he was a brick through the window
of the u.s. mint
f-ck what they represent
we ain’t just tryin’ to pay the rent
tryin’ to make a dent
cuz the future never comes
unless it’s carried in by crows
we so unphotogenic
ain’t no truth in photogenic
on a psycho path
death drive in my genetics
i try to take it slow, but when i’m slow
bring in the paramedics
dead men don’t rap
ain’t no puffy gonna bring me back
so keep your enemies close
stick with the ones that ya trust
cuz nothin’s promised in this stolen land of broken promise
i’m an honest man
in the pile of sh-t we call a living
not to the fullest;
full is bloated
while the poor stay bloated
and the younger sn0bs
self-absorbed, they eat organic
not like the renaissance
where obese was rich
i’m rich in sp-ce
rich in blood
psychogeographic in love
psychogeographic running from helicopters while i sleep

but that’s some other sh-t
i still hold the oxygen down
holdin’ my ground
’til i make that bl–dy, gargling sound
this party ain’t over
until we bring the whole city down
this party ain’t over
until we bring the whole system down
chorus [decomposure]
i don’t wanna shop at the company store
i won’t build my home out of poison oak
the rider gets the prize for the stride of the horse
the beast gets the bullet when its leg gets broke
steve jobs was a hero to most
he couldn’t build a d-mn thing on his own
a vampire king prancing on the backs of his drones
cuz those that burn brightest never mine the coal

verse 2 [sole]
i don’t rap about my life i live
that you can read my diary
when i’m dead or in prison
what you wanna know?
met my girl and telegraphed 2001
we moved to spain
got some dogs
lived in the mountains
all i gotta say is don’t sell yourself short
life is short, time is cheap and
picket fences run a dime a dozen
no one was born to bag groceries or scrub sh-t
i drove a cab in 2005, it was some f-cked up sh-t

when times are hard
they make me wanna work hard
when i hear a wack rap with nothin to say
make me wanna rap hard
every time i felt i failed, i wished i gone to school
but ain’t no difference between a cemetery and a school
pick up a book/pick up a shovel; words to live by
unalienate your labor; words to stay free by
peace to everyone in the world
doin’ what they love, what they like
and all of those on the outside
wonderin’ what it’s like
[bridge]
history is written by the bold
the game is to be played, not sold
don’t cry to me about how life’s so cold
(so cold, so cold)

[bridge continues repeating under chorus] [decomposure]
i don’t wanna shop at the company store
i won’t build my home out of poison oak
the rider gets the prize for the stride of the horse
the beast gets the bullet when its leg gets broke
steve jobs was a hero to most
he couldn’t build a d-mn thing on his own
a vampire king prancing on the backs of his drones
cuz those that burn brightest never mine the coal

i don’t wanna shop at the company store
i won’t build my home out of poison oak
the rider gets the prize for the stride of the horse
the beast gets the bullet when its leg gets broke
steve jobs was a hero to most
he couldn’t build a d-mn thing on his own
a vampire king prancing on the backs of his drones
cuz those that burn brightest never mine the coal
[there’s that d-mn underchorus again. wtf is it saying?]

[distorted yasiin bey sample]
(this thing called rhymin’
ain’t no different from coal minin’)

- sole us

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