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letra de lord knows freestyle - the igneous

[intro]
igneous returned to the block
come and watch
observe, how to earn better i burn cheddar
yo

[verse 1]
step over homeless bodies depressed by the stench
i could see them out this world yet invest in the french
hurt and embarr-ssed by my last purchase from paris
from louboutins to louis v my chick’s purses are matching

could you imagine, before i spend i spare a pound
i hold my jeans pockets down and stop the change clashing?
(uh)i’m so ashamed that happens, i’m so ashamed the same will happen
next time these begging hands are straining at me

pan-handling, they can’t feed their kids
this ain’t a south-east ting it’s pan-anglian
can i manage it? can i spare a little hors d’oeuvres from the feast
instead of spraying another story on the beat;
del toro could have borrowed from the theme
it would have helped him put the horror on the screen – pan’s labyrinth
got nothing on the horror of the streets
pay ’em no mind as long as me and mine can eat –
and you’re the same, you’ve got jordans on your feet
but wouldn’t pay to help an orphan kid walk another week
(uh) walk among the weak – new gucci belt;
describe true religion when they pray to you for help
and you can tell just how they’ll use it – drug abuser –
little cuts all in their skin, but its not about their sins
i’ve been such a loser – i could help these youths up any time i choose

[bridge]

sometimes it hardly seems, there’s any point to these ferrari dreams
we can’t pick up the scent or work out what it means
it’s like the science lost its sense plus religion lost it’s god
for dirty money akhis falling of their deen
and cl-ssic music’s rarely heard it’s falling off the scene
while others lost and leave i braved the freeze stood like an evergreen
a nas cd still spins in the drive; heart
feeling like i lost part of my life before i started rhyming
and when the timing’s off, it’s because i’m feeling out of it
seeking half floors and secret doors to saeed malkovich
but they won’t capture essence
unless i link it with a simile and pause before the reference
the thoughts are all i’m left with as i walk across the desert: time p-sses –
most of these artists are just mirages
sale of the same old rope is the only hope they’re grasping
the b-st-rds! man, i’ve been past them because i took the chances
ask the questions – i’ve been had the answers
(uh) don’t get me started…
lord knows i’m out
igneous (bookah!)

- the igneous

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