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letra de carrion crow - the mess

-intro-
yeah, so i”m back again now recording and sh-t, na mean
i wanna let some people know that, i”m just about my p-ssion
if i make it or i don”t make it, i don”t care man
its about the p-ssion and what you can do, and i”m going like

-verse 1-
even though they don”t consecrate some understanding
and consider me spitting alien”s language
ima bring the heat, give the slighest dan if i ain”t copping out
they know well i”m never gon” come around boy
griefs can go to the h-ll, sores getting blown on
i don”t want to be the bull who”s repenting his torpor
weighed lies, tries like he could”ve been somebody raging
take it back to the primo basis like
what am i holding on this for, am i getting for the ish i make cents
plus did i find a path on the zigzag road, it does make sense
like tick tack toe to toe, me against the fakest reason
there is nothing waiting for me in my region
it”s true, you”re unable though to unglue the vera causa
hidden in a phoenician script, can”t do in the encoder
knockabout mind day in day out to be positioned in the front
off the dank spitting, while the hands lifting up in the back stirred
such a vibe turns a man a wild cat billy
music is the new era jungle, you can live off it like you can use it”s frog”s poison
thinking of a master draft like gordon, yet i”m not a guy with the a plan
i”m more than a cold sweat, gotta only keep drifting side to side
cause you never know where the slingshots coming from
it”s a gunner game gotta overrun the limits
if i quit a minute find my news in the clinic

-chrous-
the carrion crow, gotta show
whatever their thoughts, bunch of scolds
was tryna bring dexterity, and they
still counting me slows, slowowows
and bran the blessed knows, dead for sure
cut off my head on the nose
but sounds it still speak, speak what
what cannot be told, be told
the carrion crow, gotta soar
he ain”t got no awe, oh no way
from black it is coming to you
the totem been co-o-o-old

-verse 2-
just let the game begin again, slam
i”m reconstructing like j-pan, after bam
and when i put it on ima finish up the freshest
write a big l, go out fishing all the famous fashion
and by spelling s-h, pressing silent mode
coz of the dope i”m transgressing every single pirate code
jaws back to business call them barracud-da- ist square
but you”re out the circle headed for the outermost
hope”s lost, coz we prayed to change and superman learned to wear his underwear inside
meeting with slim and dre was a daydream now because of miles is a frozen dessert in the sky
but i promised myself to keep bumping scratching, grabbing mics when falling
scribing on the napkin, splasing damage waiting for a backspin to happen
frying instrumentals producing cracklings, yea
teschy as joey pesci, b-ttom up, b-tton out
get your h-rns sharp and shove them like waterbucks
deshi deshi, gotta basara make the jump or i can”t close my struggling novela, say
pay me time is not the time nor is beddy bye or new york and worldwide
someone job me with the idea coz i know when i”ll wake i”ll getstolen by the “why not”, so why not
how can these 9th grade failures be millionaires and graduate students got more benjamins in debt, come
h-ll or hight water i ain”t dropping your -ss there son
but i”ll keep fusing syllables even working a welder

-bridge-
if your sky is vague and dusky, careful who you pointing out
if the sound ain”t out the country, drag it to the city ground
underdog, underoath, read my thoughts, read my thoughts
get across any talks, read my thoughts, just beat the buuuuugs

- the mess

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