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letra de russian roulette (ft. brad strut, kings konekted) - tremone

trem – russian roulette (ft. brad strut & kings konekted)

[sample]
you realise every time we suit up
every time we go out it’s life or death, you roll the dice
and you deal with it

[dontez]
lc, k double

[sample]
you recognize that don’t ya?

[verse 1: dontez]
dontez, yeah
i no longer have lessons to make or morals to be received
just real words that leave the heart and my eyes to see
if i appear grotesque and insane i acknowledge myself
never beat still surviving the pain
the only true crime is death the due time is death
you k!ll a man you steal a wife’s right to a husband
rob the children of a father extend karma
who tempts the temptress remove the blue dress stress caution
some console in a blade hitting the prison warden
metamorphic losing their ways sniffing their days away
life bends on knifes edge tightropes and tests
live wires building precious suspense
the essence commence, provoked that counter defence
it’s like a never ending cycle generational hex
pivot suspects eyes on the floor
dead vision telegram smile in ya face and ride out the door
i don’t paint pictures i don’t try and p-ss as a saint
one is as one does since he was born knowing my brothers could plunge
only gives me f-cking nausea to think of it
i roll the dice handling fire like i’m prometheus

[chorus: culprit]
there’s no consideration, there’s no compromise
wrong place wrong time that’ll cost a life
there’s no commiserations, i don’t apologize
you’ve crossed the line when you toss the dice

there’s no consideration, there’s no compromise
wrong place wrong time that’ll cost a life
there’s no commiserations, i don’t apologize
you’ve crossed the line when you toss the dice

[verse 2: culprit]
i run the open plateau unseen i navigate the shadows
corrupted citizens we don’t follow the straight and narrow
my path’s as crooked as the t–th of a victim of meth
to what i’m calling survival a judge is calling theft
i study loopholes it’s lucrative
disciplinarian anti-authoritarian fugitive
the motive and intent vicious, hopes and best wishes
break restraints like men who follow their ex-missus
an exits listed at all times like brendan abbott
‘coz power tends to devour those who’ve never had it
i’d say there’s honour in a habitat of thieves and stealers
for life and death in backgammon im’ma cheat the dealer
the cylinder spins the hammer precise
we deal and defend reality bites leaves a hickey
i risk an rbt i’m leaving tipsy
it’s in and out blink and miss me

[verse 3: trem]
yeah
criminal thoughts in a white ford falcon
got a pound of powder under the dash and that sh-t ain’t talc-m
see i’m bout that money but that real raps priceless
and the state of my arts in cask, lying lifeless
despite revival attempts i sense crisis
talks with that fork on the thinnest sheet of ice and its
sink or swim in the drink with the sharks fins
at times i feel like i’ve stuck my arm in a sharps bin
it’s russian roulette where my fate lies
surrounded by fakes buying in just for their free set of steak knives
blinded by stage lights and invites to arias
been dropping profits that’s been culling off the last of ya’s
big part mc’s that slip past the entry
and left us sipping from a gl-ss that’s half empty
but that’s the game in all its glory
sh-t if it was as simple as spitting a sixteen i’d probably find it boring

there’s no consideration, there’s no compromise
wrong place wrong time that’ll cost a life
there’s no commiserations, i don’t apologize
you’ve crossed the line when you toss the dice

[verse 4: brad strut]
up in the larder spitting lava for the charter
with a finger on the pulse like a martyr in his garter
it’s a part of what i’m after in a car with a bullet in the chamber
the trigger? yeah i pull it for the danger
the games become a stranger there ain’t no f-cking way to
save her got me saying b-tch check ya later
paradise is lost as i -n-lyse the cost
this is major i paralyse the boss with a stray one
the heat seeker caught a plane to riga
inspect the reefer with the people as i speak to
a pretty looking russian with the critical percussion
in the background playing the pitiful and beautiful
is what brads saying visualize the mayhem
city light séance with a silhouette in crayon
and a villain like cadence walking to the depths
it’s important not to stress when you’re spraying
just put it to the temple to realize your potential
barrels apparel and collateral’s essential
and that’ll hench you, manifest like a red book or bless you
and break off a benefit to the vengeful

- tremone

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