作曲 : Booth, Dälek, Oktopus | |
1. Rusted irons trap mental, thought's essential | |
Mask meticulous movement towards central | |
Sip from holy grail to breath eternal, but time's concurrent | |
Displace visual with iller words, I'm slurring | |
Inferred meaning missed target, Minute margins | |
Make the most hardened crumble when they're forced silent | |
Our only virtue left is pure violence | |
Remain defiant | |
Incarcerated souls sold to build empires | |
I grow tired of tyrants passed as presidents | |
Evidence to theft swept under oval carpet | |
As inmates and children kept starving | |
True criminals walk free with presidential pardons. | |
2. Somber note takes hold of optimistic | |
Mind that tongue they surveillance visits | |
Nostalgic visions bring us back to days of backspins | |
When trivial infractions got your jaw fractured | |
Shattered lineage from land of US sanctions | |
Indebted servants to democracy | |
Feed their families with mere pennies | |
There's that truth you seek... | |
Knew you wasn't ready | |
Implications too heavy | |
The stickup kids I fear wear three-piece suits | |
Subdued murders lose their meaning when you stand accused | |
Most my people was born with their necks in noose | |
So now I wander own streets verses packed in twos | |
3. Some succumb to pressure | |
Resort to drastic measures | |
Modern slavery sanctifies corporate greed | |
Economies solely based on prison industries | |
Becomes reality | |
Dilutes humanity | |
Our common enemy has long since won | |
Paint melanined as monsters for years to come | |
Brushstrokes evoke sage in this heathen MC | |
A beast caged in the heart of the city | |
4. This beast caged in the heart of the city | |
Circumvents common speech | |
Gutter tongue kept filthy | |
Histories passed in handshakes | |
Wisdom achieved | |
Victory's always fleeting for these pseudo MC's | |
Trapped by narrow minds | |
Eyes blinded | |
Political prisoners terrorized in confinement | |
Confirms what we learned of US police state | |
Asphyxiate the people they claim to liberate | |
While you debate Democrat Republican... | |
They ran the game on poor again | |
Latins and Africans | |
Chained at wrists and ankles | |
Create profits for world bankers | |
This heart filled with rancor | |
Resurrected by this modern Rome | |
Where hate's condoned | |
Inherent anger strangles what night has shone | |
Found shelter when conscienceness faltered | |
We've all been offered as Abraham's son on ruined alter. |
zuo qu : Booth, D lek, Oktopus | |
1. Rusted irons trap mental, thought' s essential | |
Mask meticulous movement towards central | |
Sip from holy grail to breath eternal, but time' s concurrent | |
Displace visual with iller words, I' m slurring | |
Inferred meaning missed target, Minute margins | |
Make the most hardened crumble when they' re forced silent | |
Our only virtue left is pure violence | |
Remain defiant | |
Incarcerated souls sold to build empires | |
I grow tired of tyrants passed as presidents | |
Evidence to theft swept under oval carpet | |
As inmates and children kept starving | |
True criminals walk free with presidential pardons. | |
2. Somber note takes hold of optimistic | |
Mind that tongue they surveillance visits | |
Nostalgic visions bring us back to days of backspins | |
When trivial infractions got your jaw fractured | |
Shattered lineage from land of US sanctions | |
Indebted servants to democracy | |
Feed their families with mere pennies | |
There' s that truth you seek... | |
Knew you wasn' t ready | |
Implications too heavy | |
The stickup kids I fear wear threepiece suits | |
Subdued murders lose their meaning when you stand accused | |
Most my people was born with their necks in noose | |
So now I wander own streets verses packed in twos | |
3. Some succumb to pressure | |
Resort to drastic measures | |
Modern slavery sanctifies corporate greed | |
Economies solely based on prison industries | |
Becomes reality | |
Dilutes humanity | |
Our common enemy has long since won | |
Paint melanined as monsters for years to come | |
Brushstrokes evoke sage in this heathen MC | |
A beast caged in the heart of the city | |
4. This beast caged in the heart of the city | |
Circumvents common speech | |
Gutter tongue kept filthy | |
Histories passed in handshakes | |
Wisdom achieved | |
Victory' s always fleeting for these pseudo MC' s | |
Trapped by narrow minds | |
Eyes blinded | |
Political prisoners terrorized in confinement | |
Confirms what we learned of US police state | |
Asphyxiate the people they claim to liberate | |
While you debate Democrat Republican... | |
They ran the game on poor again | |
Latins and Africans | |
Chained at wrists and ankles | |
Create profits for world bankers | |
This heart filled with rancor | |
Resurrected by this modern Rome | |
Where hate' s condoned | |
Inherent anger strangles what night has shone | |
Found shelter when conscienceness faltered | |
We' ve all been offered as Abraham' s son on ruined alter. |
zuò qǔ : Booth, D lek, Oktopus | |
1. Rusted irons trap mental, thought' s essential | |
Mask meticulous movement towards central | |
Sip from holy grail to breath eternal, but time' s concurrent | |
Displace visual with iller words, I' m slurring | |
Inferred meaning missed target, Minute margins | |
Make the most hardened crumble when they' re forced silent | |
Our only virtue left is pure violence | |
Remain defiant | |
Incarcerated souls sold to build empires | |
I grow tired of tyrants passed as presidents | |
Evidence to theft swept under oval carpet | |
As inmates and children kept starving | |
True criminals walk free with presidential pardons. | |
2. Somber note takes hold of optimistic | |
Mind that tongue they surveillance visits | |
Nostalgic visions bring us back to days of backspins | |
When trivial infractions got your jaw fractured | |
Shattered lineage from land of US sanctions | |
Indebted servants to democracy | |
Feed their families with mere pennies | |
There' s that truth you seek... | |
Knew you wasn' t ready | |
Implications too heavy | |
The stickup kids I fear wear threepiece suits | |
Subdued murders lose their meaning when you stand accused | |
Most my people was born with their necks in noose | |
So now I wander own streets verses packed in twos | |
3. Some succumb to pressure | |
Resort to drastic measures | |
Modern slavery sanctifies corporate greed | |
Economies solely based on prison industries | |
Becomes reality | |
Dilutes humanity | |
Our common enemy has long since won | |
Paint melanined as monsters for years to come | |
Brushstrokes evoke sage in this heathen MC | |
A beast caged in the heart of the city | |
4. This beast caged in the heart of the city | |
Circumvents common speech | |
Gutter tongue kept filthy | |
Histories passed in handshakes | |
Wisdom achieved | |
Victory' s always fleeting for these pseudo MC' s | |
Trapped by narrow minds | |
Eyes blinded | |
Political prisoners terrorized in confinement | |
Confirms what we learned of US police state | |
Asphyxiate the people they claim to liberate | |
While you debate Democrat Republican... | |
They ran the game on poor again | |
Latins and Africans | |
Chained at wrists and ankles | |
Create profits for world bankers | |
This heart filled with rancor | |
Resurrected by this modern Rome | |
Where hate' s condoned | |
Inherent anger strangles what night has shone | |
Found shelter when conscienceness faltered | |
We' ve all been offered as Abraham' s son on ruined alter. |