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letra de ruminations - t h r o n e (duo)

[verse 1: hayatheus, yvhikv, & both]
tell me, how come the proceeds never broken up?
how come the p-ssies at the top are always in a rush?
how come the nosy get silenced?
they push for business, not science
tell me, do the sinners still cry?
ever wipe their eyes for those who died?
or is it a permanent disguise, to make them feel small?
disarm the you-sides so they hesitate and stall?
skyscr-pеrs built on fraud
y’all never had the monеy after all
it’s all made up, so who put you in charge?
who can take you out?
i feel like a rebel with no plans
escaped to distant soil
probably died somewhere foreign, but never off the planet
at least i washed my hands of blood
still caked into my pores, but my peers are forced
to reckon with, bring a f-ckin’ reckoning
catch you wakin’ up, like you found out you the one
all your fake life become undone
truth you cannot run
tribal, you can’t save the sun
tribal, you can’t save the sun
tribal, you can’t save the sun, sh-t
tribal, you can’t save the sun yeah
tribal, you can’t save the sun yeah
[verse 2: hayatheus & yvhikv]
yeah, and it’s hopelessly insignificant
but i hope it’s me depicted in munificence
even just as a munitions man
i may have a categorical constraint
but i gave y’all some fire or some war paint
please burn down the private powers that taint this land
please ruminate on who to murder
i advocate a butchering of purpose
run them out of office, cause they never inverted
no redemption, no more mentions (save the sun, save the sun)
no inventions of clergy, no ways to the furnace
no redemption, no more mentions (save the sun, save the sun)
no inventions of clergy, no ways to the furnace
yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah

[verse 3: hayatheus, yvhikv & hayatheus]
yeah, that sh-t for once in your life
ask me something f-ckin’ real
how the f-ck you think it feel?
i be inundated still
i cannot be everywhere
i can tell you do not care
you focus on yourself, that’s weird
you focus on yourself, that’s weird
i want wealth for survival
you want a get rich, bible
i don’t f-ck with your style
you don’t speak in a way to be proud of
you hit a peak, but it’s not a mountain
you want a hill to die on
you don’t wanna peel the real one
so you just tryna steal the meal, huh?
i don’t f-ck with your clout chase
i don’t f-ck with your clout chase
f-ck you and your clout chase
you do not have what it takes
so you just do the chase
yeah, sh-t
you just do the chase
yeah, yeah
[verse 4: jeph early]
uh, look who the government really do dirty
i represent for the descendants of people
who built this country, fresh up off the boat
to the belly of the beast
it’s been a journey, f-ck a status quo
i don’t see no goal for me, personally
first fight, then tryna strip my birthrights
learned this at an early age
nowadays, i got it right
got a little older
tried to understand what is life
n—- couldn’t stomach it
started spittin’ on the mic
vaccine feelin’ like a knife
wish i didn’t believe the hype
got this sh-t, regretted it
stunted my development
man, that was the last strike
my pride felt embarrassment
victim yet again to the system’s fear tactics
everything about control
they just want access
absent from the screams of the people
we just want change
the mockery of democracy
a foul game
ptsd
our dna is forever stained
strange food from the tree
never know the roots
name a lot of history
to teach too much mystery remains
blood and pain
yeah
blood and pain
[outro: hayatheus, jeph early, & yvhikv]
how come the proceeds never broken up?
blood and pain (save the sun, save the sun)
yeah
all the p-ssies at the top (save the sun, save the sun)
yeah
blood and pain
yeah, yeah
how come the proceeds never broken up?
all the p-ssies at the top

- t h r o n e duo

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