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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Roberto Cortez
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Lyrics
Take me to the spot, where I'm banned, I'll die there
They don't like my kind, understand, I'll die there
That walking relic who be damned, I'll die there
Flying with my soul torn in half, I'll die there
Take me to the spot, where I'm banned, I'll die there
They don't like my kind, understand, I'll die there
That walking relic who be damned, I'll die there
Flying with my soul torn in half, I'll die there
I feel a deep pulsating twitch within,
Incased there is a guiding jinn (pounding)
My body, my form, my frames are aching
Throw it in a forsaken bin (throw me away)
Fill that energy with negativity (Hate)
For me, this is just my soliloquy (huh?)
Eyes rimming so cryptically (yeah)
I don't need your sympathy (nah)
But I'm just here for the bullet (dead)
What's left is a silhouette (silhouette)
I'm an unforeseeable threat (this a warning)
Make em sweat, make em wet (drip drip drip)
Leave the pavement, bloody red (gush)
I'm trying to ascend to transcend
Shrooms in my tea is my blend
I look down and my skin sheds (it sheds)
Illusive enchantments, settling
Elusive conscience, trembling
Imbibed into lungs, smoldering
Im forced into surrendering
I be that walking vacuum, suck out all sensations of the sphere
"...And all the devils are here", they call me Yung William Shakespeare
Take me to the spot, where I'm banned, I'll die there
They don't like my kind, understand, I'll die there
That walking relic who be damned, I'll die there
Flying with my soul torn in half, I'll die there
Take me to the spot, where I'm banned, I'll die there
They don't like my kind, understand, I'll die there
That walking relic who be damned, I'll die there
Flying with my soul torn in half, I'll die there
Goddamn this alluring form is cold (gold fleece)
Under that skin you see that red glow (Vermillion)
"Septicemia's Absolute Threshold" (with grime)
I erode until I decompose (blah)
I loathe the face, I erased, I'm two faced, I hate what I've cased (the vile within)
Death I embrace, hope that bitch cuts me through the waist, lay to waste (dirt)
Closer and closer to burial grounds
To never, ever be seen or found (away)
But the sounds resounds, further down
Underground, it pounds but it's a ghost town
Closer and closer to burial grounds
To never, ever be seen or found
But the sounds resounds, further down
Underground, it pounds but it's a ghost town
Writer(s): Roberto Cortez
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