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letra de citadel - yck

[verse 2]
shanking a twisted motherf-cker
just to show ’em i mean business
cross the name off of the hit list
getting red up from the litmus
know by now that i’m depraved
i’m the ripple and the wave
removing unpacking unwrapping the daggers
that fall in me they remind me what i crave
you are nothing but a contingent fluke
cause it wasn’t no sk!ll that was given to you
new weak track ’boutta flock to the internet
almighty god we can’t ever let him forget
two out of three
i call that an isoscelеs
put em on mute with thesе
different philosophies
you want attention
then cut horizontally
how many laws that
i follow unlawfully
cycle around like
a roundabout
and i’m a no one
in a too-crowded town
say that i’m something
without the clout
then wonder who’s gonna talk
with the loudest mouth
he has risen (he has risen)
far above the common man
what is missing (what is missing)
your deceit i’m not a fan
seated in the citadel
the point of singularity
guarded by the consecrated
now observe with clarity
too invested (too invested)
for extraction to the sky
still infested (still infested)
with these wicked thoughts of mine
infinitesimal to be compressed in a vacuum
the records will not be expunged
been imperceptible but unpreventable
blood on the film is creating a smudge

[verse 2]
depression is a b-tch
i’ve seen it’s a fact a bit too well
suspended in the abyss
who else wanna f-ck with me
in the hole that you dwell
encroaching on the liberties
initiating new upheavals
damage the planet
and all its inhabitants
they got a patent expending the diesel
separation you scared of that
you won’t stay right here
like where you at
ain’t a secret tracked down
go to my scent
and i got no f-cking halo
parked over my head
f-ck it i’m sober enough
ain’t no dope in the cut
for now i will be choking on rust
trick up my sleeve
with the coke and the dust
i’ll be k!lled by the overdose
hoping it does
in no mood for the theistic sh-t
but i’m coming up short
what the meaning is
got what i want still destitute
wanna shroud myself
wanna end it too
[chorus]
he has risen (he has risen)
far above the common man
what is missing (what is missing)
your deceit i’m not a fan
seated in the citadel
the point of singularity
guarded by the consecrated
now observe with clarity
too invested (too invested)
for extraction to the sky
still infested (still infested)
with these wicked thoughts of mine
infinitesimal to be compressed in a vacuum
the records will not be expunged
been imperceptible but unpreventable
blood on the film is creating a smudge

- yck

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