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letra de no brands - tomorrow kings

[verse 1: skech185]
a vegan died from a stay bullet while jogging, let’s call it an art project:
“most capes don’t wear heroes and other circular logic”
p-ssy hats knitted from straws lifted from turtles mouths on earth day
all proceeds go to whichever dude reduced black births rates thoughtfully
train delays f-cked up your revolution on sat-rday
thus ill-strates the difference between ash and snow
though all plot holes are fixed on the other side of the event horizon
it’s like def punk afro jux, ripped jeans, that’s thе look
a sh-t scene but that’s the hook, i finally know what i’m sеlling you
it’s like hide your wife inside your crib, hide the knife behind the ribs
a sign of the time is an obelisk impaling overly excited kids
oppenheimer’s thoughts on the “problem of the atom” as the gormandizers advances
they form a line to fortify a landing for starf-ckers clawing to the middle
burn every bridge not strong enough for standing
i left that ethic in the caskets where my friends live
and the habits that defend are scarring garnered from trying to live out someone else’s happy ending
we used to tear down false idols, i’m trying to bring back the feeling
before the subreddits k!ll us
and it comes back as t-shirts too expensive for children
my secret santa gift is always a b-boy in the crosshairs
i finally know what i’m selling y’all
it’s like crown or stay out, get down or lay down
liberty’s ass up, face down, god bless america
yeah, no brands
[verse 2: gilead 7]
yo, you sip the liquid sword literal
shatter the mold you fit in and litter you
after i gut you with the cyclical
kung lao cut your blog interview into infinitesimal chemicals
why would you do that, f-ck that
let me ask you a question, why would you write that
it’s clumsily catchy and the gallery caught it
you call it “creative g*nius,” i call it lucky
i’ll give you the benefit of the doubt
the phrase you refer to it by may have just happen to fit your art project, i don’t know, i’m not you
i took names while you were learning to take aim
me and you, naw, we slay at different games
i box bars until mine fall out of square parameters
n-gga, i never f-cked with geometry, but you’re a master of postulates and theorems
that’s why negrophilliacs call you “créme de la créme”
i’m a process theologian, evade terminology for my ocean
molecules crash like bumper cars and shoot pool with a bow and arrow
destabilize stars, discombobulate constellations
scramble the light rays so the eyes can’t tell the style they facing
drown in psychedelia, you’re anatman in my area
basic phases i outplay with a bite like pitbull terrier
stop confusing a rhyme scheme with a marketing scheme, please
the holes in soul can’t be filled with the colorful words of a promo team

[verse 3: collasoul structure]
yeah, tomorrow kings ain’t the army, marines or navy
or any us government agency protecting slavery
cut off your president’s head, a present for the babies
kick it like pele in pelle pelle jackets on corners daily
did it for the love so long not forcing you to pay me
cause you gon’ break that bread with me or it’s for the taking
breaking, dad-o-saurus, logan square, south chicago chatham forces
bronzeville, those who lived through it don’t worry bout a bad performance
7, sometimes 8, member choir stabbing at the chorus
k!ll each other a little each day but that’s just practice for us
ownups, casanova’s, good samaritan, p-rn pastor foremans
in action with your velvet janet jackson pourin’ molasses on her
will go to bat for her in homemade tear away track warmups
when the match is over, bring the matches over, flamethrower’s on back order
no games in this game coach, don’t change to get the lame vote
sometimes you get tired of wearing the same clothes from days ago
the public is an 8-year old, some are waiting on the polls
the others praise the bank and pray they break the line to pay the toll
can’t read what’s on the program, ya’ll need to cut the slow jams
allow we to even up the playin’ field, no brands
[chorus: skech185]
so what you sellin’? us
who’s your market? us
what’s your message? us
what you call your camp n-gga! no brands

- tomorrow kings

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