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from Dj Krush - The Message At The Depth (2003)
(Feat. Anticon)
Pedestrian : There's a little Johnny Walker Lindh in every Meadow Creek middle school And when the rap tape grows up Each wave topples at first wind before the self settles in the body Dose & Why? : The names of prominent families Carry no weight in foreign cities And even the sons of senators Receive no welcome outside the states The names of prominent families Carry no weight in foreign cities And even the sons of senators Receive no welcome outside the states Dose : We hold these truths to be self-evident Once a-fuckin-gain we got a dollar model president Carving his face up for the cover of the next new nickel Combing every cotton coil of his inner white wig Curling perfect sers to his own thin lips in the mirror Working on his contripasto for stone Oh yah whitey, you got empire guilt Why? & Dose : We know John Walker, we know John Booth Waste our days swatting this single song At a long line of Yale and bones born old men We know John Walker, we know John Booth Waste our days swatting this single song At a long line of Yale and bones born old men Alias : While the widows buy rubber grips to open bottles with It's dreams with dusty dashboards and chipping paint At least the animals have something to poison themselves with Director yelling "Cut!" on riot footage in the background is faint And at dusk the clanking of fork to plates syncs Man of the house drowning out the chatter of housewife To yet another unmanned spyplane crash Now televangelists have a basis for book sales And the promise of effective prayers that get results As well as God's insurance policy for guaranteed divinity Time to give the fallout shelters a makeover Grab a pen and pad of paper and Ikea catalogue today Sole : No matter what plastic you pray to or sponsorship you kill for Become a smart happy healthy pet rock if you can eat like us You'll make great soup and hot new imports for domesticated devils Don't worry, in thirty years we'll all be Johns and Sarahs Dose & Why? : But the names of prominent families Carry no weight in foreign cities And even the sons of senators Receive no welcome outside the states The names of prominent families Carry no weight in foreign cities And even the sons of senators Receive no welcome outside the states Why? : A flag stripes trying to tear free in heavy wind And seperate themselves from any unified composition Oh, I heard the two parties split platforms at the turn of the century But I know I'm American by the coins I carry And that's fucking scary Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah And even the worn wigged hard news anchors are un-affected And every psychic and small-time prophet is aloof We've been injected to the point of immunity It takes an f load of s to stimulate the Desencitized tastebuds of the sugar-expecting community Till we can barely detect the weather man's insincerity Their tongues are fast and free Like a child's translucent un-braced teeth A low relief long horn On a roughneck's rawhide wallet (Can I hear that, ah, last tongues are fast, you know) Dose : Yeah America, you got it Passage : The audio haunting promise provides for even the smallest of sparrows So long as the ghosts are clean and clearly showing through you I've been helpful, metal man bides his time In the sands on Minus Island Everything is fine, your heart is working properly All my love and luck on the river Euphrates Passage & Sole : Don't take no wooden nickels, kid There's bikinis selling SUV's in the TV's in teepees Time to look for Job, the dorks have hit the desert The carbohydrate kings are back with fanny packs And daisy-cutters strapping parachutes to Lunchables To land on the lap of the new batch of bargain hunters Now we're not saying anything cause we're not supposed to But like Blockbuster hampster gave the Black Panthers cancer I know what you're thinking, it's like drinking the ocean But if you can fall in love in prison you can die a healthy plant Dose : He wanted Hammer pants, he joined the Taliban He sought an absolute truth, the alpha cliche But he got the omega and bucked How many more humans will wear gun spit in their guts Why, you can still smile on the cover of Life magazine No matter how many bullets you take Again we use the magnets poorly Again we use the magnets poorly Again we use the magnets poorly Again we use the magnets like shit What is it with all these men in their fifties Wanting to win the world over like there's no tomorrow already? No matter what you do, G.W There will be no dollar for you Woe is the billionnaire Woe is the billionnaire No matter what you do, G.W There will be no dollar for you Woe is the billionnaire Give him a bomb to suck on |
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| from Dj Krush - Stepping Stones: The Self-Remixed Best (2018) | |||||
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