letra de gold beads - the thought
[hook: the thought]
should’ve took a step before you flexed
felt the flesh between your t–th, before you clenched your jaw
must be mardi gras, b-tch, with all those necklaces you dressed in
coming through to execute a coup d’état
should’ve took a step before you flexed
felt the flesh between your t–th, before you clenched your jaw
must be mardi gras, b-tch, with all those necklaces
coming through to execute a coup d’état
[verse: the thought]
paws out, defending the rampart, call me “the vanguard”
i’m a soldier, in the man’s army, throwing a show in my backyard
bring it back harder, y’all just been filling your flows with coke you ain’t sold
i’m holding a kangaroo court, just so the people can know, leave you exposed
to the elements, for the h-ll of it, in the vents of the engine, i’m smoking
so what i’m irrelevant? i’m the better man, ‘til i’m lying and calling it joking
i rose from the sediment with seven sins in the mix, so i had to develop a different approach
thinking of calling the coach, to tell him “i’m ready to go”
too many things in the sh-t that you’re penning i know don’t line up with the hand
but the appearance of living with plenty is opening up for the brands
watch where you stand, make sure you’re not the one loading the van
‘cause you never can know what the colder man plans
i know a scam when i see one, better playing the fool than to be one
need a lesson in treachery? the 21st century’s only just begun
but the reruns in the melodies, don’t mean “he’s done”, much as companies
get invested in memories, repeating “there’s nothing new under the sun”, yo
[hook: the thought]
should’ve took a step before you flexed
felt the flesh between your t–th, before you clenched your jaw
must be mardi gras, b-tch, with all those necklaces you dressed in
coming through to execute a coup d’état
should’ve took a step before you flexed
felt the flesh between your t–th, before you clenched your jaw
must be mardi gras, b-tch, with all those necklaces
coming through to execute a coup d’état
[verse: whose]
the work doesn’t get done without some elbow grease
starve myself with dreams that ain’t meant for you and me
the parchment paper signed and sealed, by the hand the dimmer’s on
ask for nickels on the dollar, now my head is ichabod-ed
i’m picking pockets off the rich who p-ss on tin and copper
kicking jaws like hickenbottom, ‘cause my fist is smaller
they’re spending profit, missile launches down in nicaragua
we thirst for knowledge, now our faucets filled with lead in water
my ancestors built kingdoms off of bread and water
my ancestors put down, and were led to slaughter
my ancestors walked the desert day and night
so they’ll be proud, and watch with honor, when i march to congress with a sawed-off
y’all some darth mauls
freedom ain’t free unless everyone’s involved
rip the mardi gras necklaces clean off the bone
stoke the fire, ‘til it’s warm, so i can send your ass back home, i’m gone
[hook: the thought]
should’ve took a step before you flexed…
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