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letra de tourniquet - the thought

[verse: the thought]
armored archipelago
just a base of operation for the indigo
lost lessons of professor “i don’t even know”
left the barge in the shallows… inigo!
even if teresa ain’t the preacher they been teaching us
demons ain’t the reefer, either, evenly discussed
lesions on the peter of the priests for what they scheming up
seed of evil in the twisted leaves of papyrus
donе enough, but thunderstruck, forgiven
cuff on thе b-tton-up flannel missing stitches
in the image of the tithes i paid before i saw the glitches
in the simulated visage we been poor enough to live in
benjamins sacrificed on the oddest altar
often offered to the gods, here we offer to the water
gaia’s authored testament, the lottery of drip
cross a lecture from the father off the list, with the holy script

[hook: the thought]
yeah, you gonna bleed! (tourniquet)
so what’s it gonna be? (‘cause it’s permanent)
gonna live on your knees? (too conservative)
or demand some free will?
in the land of the greed (and the murderous)
gotta stand for the needs of the people
sh-tcanned our creed (for the surrogate)
we can’t agree, still!
[verse: war mothershed]
auntie said she love me, said i’m “granny favorite baby”
visit me in hospital – was far from hospitable
smothered me with numerals – more than the usual
you could say it was the testament
the way they committed to the past, it was effortless
saw it as a nuance – i don’t f-ck with favorites
so i don’t f-ck with grandma – ignorance was bliss
and it’s probably worth a coupon, b-tch you gotta revisit
that book you got in egypt – self-proclaimed “follower of christ”
every time you fix your lips, it ain’t never nothing nice
i ain’t tryna hear that sh-t, i ain’t speaking blasphemous
but since we acting childish, i put my hands to my ears, like
“la la la la la, i can’t hear you!”
“la la la la la” – don’t come near you
“ha ha ha ha ha, i don’t fear you!”
war-ready ‘til i die, you in the rearview

[hook: the thought]
yeah, you gonna bleed! (tourniquet)
so what’s it gonna be? (‘cause it’s permanent)
gonna live on your knees? (too conservative)
or demand some free will?
in the land of the greed (and the murderous)
gotta stand for the needs of the people
sh-tcanned our creed (for the surrogate)
we can’t agree, still!
[verse: da’juan dupri]
501c3, i don’t even see three
guess you ain’t a prophet when i profit, they on tv
they wanna be td, spinning like cds
baby, you a repeat, yeah, we from the et
money in my pocket, imma give it ‘til i’m knee-deep
she can’t even sleep-sleep, spirits got her weak-weak
wetter than the ocean, but i’m coasting ‘cause she need me
freedom don’t come often, to the masses, what you need peace
baby want a free feat, how i’m gonna feed these?
look me in my eyes, if you a man, ‘cause i don’t repeat
thinking in my head, “i don’t need tree, i need my fee, please”
one time i was in a church, now i’m in these street-streets
and i’m in the words, so what you saying? i can’t be free?
watching ‘em like 3d, she messing with the whole team
wonder who mvp, heard she had a vd
i know they don’t believe, but you can trust me like a dd

- the thought

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