In The City f. Zumbi of Zion I 歌词
| 歌曲 | In The City f. Zumbi of Zion I |
| 歌手 | Cunninlynguists |
| 专辑 | Strange Journey Volume Three |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| Zumbi: | |
| In my city is blacks and blocks | |
| Where avenues and street tops where people | |
| struggle to sleep Ahk | |
| theres trouble and beef, gold teeth rocks get | |
| thrown at the higher power but don’t reach Pops | |
| aint home, Mama been long | |
| gone away, so the children run stray | |
| Cannibalistic war play | |
| Its animalistic where I stay | |
| The devil wan' play | |
| and too many contestants | |
| thats every day | |
| The level gon stay where it’s at, | |
| Stay strapped. | |
| It’s the mantra recital it conquers the bible. | |
| By any means see survival. | |
| When friends turn to rivals its liable for these confrontations to be homicidal. | |
| A dog hollers back at the sirens | |
| The pain is so blinding | |
| forgot we all diamonds | |
| Deacon: | |
| Corner stores, whores | |
| Drugs galore | |
| Exploitation's core | |
| Guns and gore | |
| I abhor each metropolis between these shores | |
| and then I see it | |
| Faith in humanity restored | |
| An act so selfless that I break out in applause | |
| Giving so elvish that it must be Santa Clause | |
| In the city | |
| Dogs | |
| Foaming at the jaws | |
| That's kept the voice of justice in its claws | |
| Get the gauze | |
| Because | |
| It can silence the loudest man | |
| Whether concrete, dirt, whether canal or sand | |
| You can blacktop | |
| But the backdrop remains | |
| With the same plots | |
| Repeating like famed refrains | |
| The stains | |
| Stare at ya | |
| Intensity of character | |
| Gotta be darwinistic | |
| Got a propensity to bury ya | |
| Home of the merriest | |
| Land of the nefarious | |
| Tomorrow it's the city that will carry us | |
| Prepare |
| Zumbi: | |
| In my city is blacks and blocks | |
| Where avenues and street tops where people | |
| struggle to sleep Ahk | |
| theres trouble and beef, gold teeth rocks get | |
| thrown at the higher power but don' t reach Pops | |
| aint home, Mama been long | |
| gone away, so the children run stray | |
| Cannibalistic war play | |
| Its animalistic where I stay | |
| The devil wan' play | |
| and too many contestants | |
| thats every day | |
| The level gon stay where it' s at, | |
| Stay strapped. | |
| It' s the mantra recital it conquers the bible. | |
| By any means see survival. | |
| When friends turn to rivals its liable for these confrontations to be homicidal. | |
| A dog hollers back at the sirens | |
| The pain is so blinding | |
| forgot we all diamonds | |
| Deacon: | |
| Corner stores, whores | |
| Drugs galore | |
| Exploitation' s core | |
| Guns and gore | |
| I abhor each metropolis between these shores | |
| and then I see it | |
| Faith in humanity restored | |
| An act so selfless that I break out in applause | |
| Giving so elvish that it must be Santa Clause | |
| In the city | |
| Dogs | |
| Foaming at the jaws | |
| That' s kept the voice of justice in its claws | |
| Get the gauze | |
| Because | |
| It can silence the loudest man | |
| Whether concrete, dirt, whether canal or sand | |
| You can blacktop | |
| But the backdrop remains | |
| With the same plots | |
| Repeating like famed refrains | |
| The stains | |
| Stare at ya | |
| Intensity of character | |
| Gotta be darwinistic | |
| Got a propensity to bury ya | |
| Home of the merriest | |
| Land of the nefarious | |
| Tomorrow it' s the city that will carry us | |
| Prepare |
| Zumbi: | |
| In my city is blacks and blocks | |
| Where avenues and street tops where people | |
| struggle to sleep Ahk | |
| theres trouble and beef, gold teeth rocks get | |
| thrown at the higher power but don' t reach Pops | |
| aint home, Mama been long | |
| gone away, so the children run stray | |
| Cannibalistic war play | |
| Its animalistic where I stay | |
| The devil wan' play | |
| and too many contestants | |
| thats every day | |
| The level gon stay where it' s at, | |
| Stay strapped. | |
| It' s the mantra recital it conquers the bible. | |
| By any means see survival. | |
| When friends turn to rivals its liable for these confrontations to be homicidal. | |
| A dog hollers back at the sirens | |
| The pain is so blinding | |
| forgot we all diamonds | |
| Deacon: | |
| Corner stores, whores | |
| Drugs galore | |
| Exploitation' s core | |
| Guns and gore | |
| I abhor each metropolis between these shores | |
| and then I see it | |
| Faith in humanity restored | |
| An act so selfless that I break out in applause | |
| Giving so elvish that it must be Santa Clause | |
| In the city | |
| Dogs | |
| Foaming at the jaws | |
| That' s kept the voice of justice in its claws | |
| Get the gauze | |
| Because | |
| It can silence the loudest man | |
| Whether concrete, dirt, whether canal or sand | |
| You can blacktop | |
| But the backdrop remains | |
| With the same plots | |
| Repeating like famed refrains | |
| The stains | |
| Stare at ya | |
| Intensity of character | |
| Gotta be darwinistic | |
| Got a propensity to bury ya | |
| Home of the merriest | |
| Land of the nefarious | |
| Tomorrow it' s the city that will carry us | |
| Prepare |
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