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letra de lend me your ears - the palmer squares

[intro]
hands up
hands up, uh
put your hands up
uh, hands up

[chorus]
put your hands up
can you reach to my level?
speak of the devil and we appear
please lend me your ears, i wanna hear ya
please lend me your ears
and anyone who object, you need to step to the rear
now put your hands up
can you reach to my level?
speak of the devil and we appear
please lend me your ears, i wanna hear ya
please lend me your еars
there’s plenty of blood to bе shed between the sweat the tears
hands up

[verse 1: acumental]
yo, we only rhyme for young ghouls
no time for dumb fools
inclined to run jewels
your mind is numb
ac’ll add insult to injury
invoke my kinfolk and tiptoe to victory
loquacious when i quote phrases
low wages, i’m annulling all my loan payments
a lone ranger, eating lo mein
i’m low maintenance, bringing the heat for cold cases
we roam aimlessly to unknown locations
seeking gung-ho ovations
so don’t hate, but stow your donation
known to flow great but hold up bold language
i’m a verbal adonis in search of a goddess
david burtka [?] honor in the church of the process
god bless the merciful profits
we’re surely intoxicated
shirking all our personal problems
i speak falsehoods
my tongue utters deceit
so that said, i’ll succumb to defeat
yo, i can feel when something rumbles beneath
i’ll leave you stuck in your seat
what do you see when you’re studying me?
do you see a huge clown with a drug habit
usually unraveled
choosing the bunk [?]
well absolute power corrupts absolutely
puff, pass the doobie
dub sack and a lucy
[chorus]
hands up
can you reach to my level?
speak of the devil and we appear
please lend me your ears, i wanna hear ya
please lend me your ears
and anyone who object, you need to step to the rear
now put your hands up
can you reach to my level?
speak of the devil and we appear
please lend me your ears, i wanna hear ya
please lend me your ears
there’s plenty of blood to be shed between the sweat the tears
hands up

[verse 2: terminal knowledge]
yo, i’ve been expected to lose
i’ve given every excuse
i’ve mixed the reds with the blues
i’m really never amused
you truly the living dead with the cigarettes and the booze
gotta conduct the show if we blow electrical fuse
the intellect is a ruse
it takes but a loose screw to unravel you
who’s who and who just new to the avenue?
no one knows what it do
the flow is 100 proof
you holding on something borrowed
i’m holding on something new
there’s not a lot to believe in
not a logical reason
why we should be alive and i find it kind of intriguing
why require a meaning?
why even inquire?
why we preach to the choir is why we find it appealing
i could drive at the walls
i could crawl on the ceiling
trying to clot the bleeding in my abdominal region
i provide what they needed
try to counter the offer
you could dive in the deep end
i could walk on the water
not in the least bit
shocked by the treatment
contrary to popular, all my beliefs is
fly like a g6
and crash it into a mountain
’cause i don’t give a f-ck like janice in accounting
turn it up
this clown isn’t actually ’bout it
they in need of a plug, this happens to be an outlet
call the fashion police for these rappers that need an outfit
you babbling when in fact it’s an action that speaks the loudest
i’m out

- the palmer squares

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