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letra de stop lying - vents

[bertrand russell]

[verse 1: vents]
they wanna say i’m a psycho; maybe i am though
maybe they’re right though; maybe i’m mad bro
desperado, rambo, blowing up like commando
sick in the coconut: van gogh
i get agro: cartoon connection
staying inside, it’s far too depressing
asian, anglo, koori, italy
your ethnicity don’t mean shit to me
they tried k!lling me; setting me up
lockin’ me up, hackin’ my mail, what in the fuck?
trafficking charge, dropped the case
forget about the cops, better watch your mates
’cause if you’re plotting on me you picked the wrong victim
getting too hot? you picked the wrong kitchen, listen
where i came from, i learned to play dumb
when you’re smart, that’s how you stay young

[gdz]

[verse 2: vents]
i’m a desperado, rambo, rebel, brando
good guy/bad guy, fly, mick gatto
vents on the mic like wheel on the barrow
bad to the marrow, kneel to the pharaoh
world full of pain like a field of tobacco
jump through the wormhole, k!ll the gestapo
hello! black panther when i bite
black adder when i write, i’m drago in a fight
fuck left, fuck right, what’s wrong? what’s right?
who’s black? who’s white? whose side?
divide and conquer, how they want you
put a mere man in command got a monster
brainwash you, my third eye stay crystal
eating red pills like skittles
i make ripples, i was taught i ain’t well
that’s why i was born to raise hell

[booker t]

[verse 3: vents]
look, i got a shark-proof suit that i sleep in
’cause c-nts stay plotting, chicks stay scheming
c-nts stay rotten, lost in leviathan
everybody want to climb, want to be the highest chimp
the alpha male, swimming in the belly of the whale
waking up every day with a coffee and a coffin nail
every morning, coughin’ up black, it’s a warning
headrush then back to the boredom
praying for a quick death, that’d be awesome
heart attack or a bus, crash while i’m walkin’
sick of these tom, d-ck and harry c-nts calling
most of these c-nts only happy when i’m falling
i am the chain-smokin’ organ donor
heart like a chevrolet motor
heavyweight composer, stardust in the solar system
i hope you’re listenin’
my whole team got the criminal gene, i was busy seeing nothing at all
i was looking at the fly on the wall
i was waiting for my rice on the boil
c-nts want to act psycho; why i gotta press ’em like olive oil
aluminum foil cap, back on the map
eye of the storm to watch my back
i see dawn in the black, light in the tunnel
i could be the guy that i want to
five o’clock stubble, try to stop trouble but it chase us
i’m like water: shapeless
formless, cautious, we k!lled the walrus
human nature make us feel nauseous
anxious, came from the branches, chimpanzees
to the seas to the books of atlantis
john the baptist, reality tv actors
the world’s insane or it’s all my madness

[bill hicks]

[verse 4: vents]
you gotta watch for the viper, the funnel web spider
roll me a joint with a fuckin’ dead lighter
every fibre in my soul survivor
you gonna fall if you keep lookin’ behind you
eye of the tiger, thrill of the fight
smokin’ the rice, sniffin’ the white
dodgin’ the jab, slip ’em the right
backyard lab in my mind, got a gift when i write
my future’s bright, try to move on
roll outta bed, put my human suit on
success is a liar, ethnic tension, smell the fire
i’m real paranoid, show me the wire
we are not equal, everyone will not retire rich
but at least you could be a good trier
we admire the fakest idols
history repeat can’t break the cycles
wrong think, doublespeak
another bomb goin’ off every fuckin’ week
nothin’ to learn, some men just wait around
for their turn to watch the world burn
angels, demons, strangers, people
internet hatred, faceless creatures
blinded by science, god had to leave us
stuck with the underachievers and the non-believers
pharmaceutical drugs fill the gap
for a day, then you’re right back deep in the black
no reason or fact anymore ’cause it’s all subjective
big brother’s over-protective
obama dropped like ten thousand bombs
and i didn’t hear a peep when that shit was goin’ on
and i don’t know what to make of this place anymore
don’t know how much i can take anymore
i can’t take anymore (take anymore)

[idi amin]

[johnny rotten]

- vents

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