Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
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Артист: GeniusНазвание : Beneath The SurfaceДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : progressive metal metal opera italian melodic metal rap Видео:
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GZA] On a man-made lake, there`s a sheet of thin ice Where unskilled skaters, *cut* figure-8 twice *Thats* 16, uncut, direct from the cult Head on assault, the result, death by the bolt In a vote, it spoke aboat the average loss commission That was seen by a king in a prophetic vision Like a plane crash from a bomb blast Special broadcast, slot time with *com-cast* It kept the jury quiet, and now a riot will form While satanic man, now hang in his dorm I swing, on you fake, radio personalities Boost ya ratings, *with* hypes behind casualties Fire shots, for low-pressure water gun play Instantly, slap ya *five* like it`s Palm Sunday I fashion the first tool, from the elements The earth use, and built it to a complex Network, of communications, you`re up against a hopeless, situation I screen every vehicle, through enemy observation Swarmin unpredictably, we spread terror Increase the force significantly, change the error Check my wind pattern, it`s headin west Success is freedom, failure could mean death Humans sweat, aim shovels Dig up the debris and rubbel Permanent, damage caused by the double- U, Now who, *cowardlessly* urge you to merge through And think the workers`ll serve you *The sonic* marvel, who just dropped the next novel Worldwide, practically marred in marble *Theres* accountless, amount of MC`s I saved And those same niggas wanna squander those gifts I gave [Chorus: RES sample] Scratch underneath the surface, where does your purpose lie? It seems our world is worthless, like we`re pawns beneath the sky Change the race by reason, and ashes just the wind The left is so our we`re breathin, keep ourself from givin in [Killah Priest of Sunz Of Man] Love and hatred, home is most sacred Both species, they lay naked in the tombs of oasis Think back on niggas I ate with, spent the day with Guns we played with, niggas I relate with We broke bread, I heard through a vine niggas workin for the Feds Sent out secretly to take my head I lay back and meditate to the words they say Skip town for a *month and grew some dreads* Had a friend tell my family I was dead Return at the last fall of the autumn leaves Operate the plan accordingly, in case the Feds are recordin me Sign all documents, usin forgery, cuz just *the mere* thought of me *I`m* like Solomon, spoke bluntly Told the word I`m black and calmly Howls from the grave haunt me The smell of death`s upon me, I dwell in the hills like Gandhi Been in the presence of mad peasants, and old kings Who sold everything, on a quest for god`s divine Slept in caves to get a clear mind Who prayed 3 times, when the moon lit and *when* the sun rise I met dwellers in the desert, talked to shepherds Been in the mouth of many leopards Felt the death kiss, of Satan`s mistress Walked *through* vacant districts, for 4 religions, studied Pagan scriptures True philosophers and physicians, on a cure missions Who harden their hearts, to ward the weak, sick and ifflicted Candles lit, gamble with a bitch Who made me love her, when I touch her, soft *paws* hide claws Bees with sweet honey in they mouth Have bitter stingers at they tail Walk through the chambers of death, take a hold on to hell Embracing her was like embracing a *dirt well* [Chorus] [Outro: RES sample] Scratch underneath the surface | Похожие исполнители:
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