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(feat. Jessy Greene) [P.O.S.:] Get smokes... we ain't got bodegas, we got gas stations Choke, steady rock, ready for whatever pops Split the surface like machete chops Better lost anyway... okay Slash fast getaway, crash whatever path And stop whether it's caskets or gas hits, last drops I'll stash whatever math I've added in a basket and bury it You let 'em pull the wool, I pull the chariot Faster, lungs like California raisins Singing some type of blues version of "Search and Destroy" I'm talking Stooges, weathered tissue and bruises Iggy "Raw", respect or step back, cute is what we aim at Haha, aww... haha... I'm on some Ichabod Crane raps Scared of the headless gaps in any audience Maps exactly where I'm a bucket a whole frame Knuckles up, the ruler's coming to measure The rudiments of your struggle by the inches, quit bitching Keep building, sheep sleep still Shepherds don't peep dreams, reach till it's real Thoughts breach seams on a 59/50 clipped bill Keep the uniform wrecked, trends kill Necks bend still when I step, bend steel when I flex Head kneel to the next, near never SongtexteNo kings ever, nope, sever all that... [P.O.S.:] Just a hair too abrasive for a nation on soft Dirty when the style ain't Bringing that bomb squad density when irate Digging in the crates full of sodium nitrate Like this I'll... burn up my fingertips, roof's on fire Fine, just let me get in and find a good place to sit It's fucking freezing out, who got a cigarette? Who's got an 'Ove' Glove and a hard hat for me? All I got is, dirt on the jeans, ash in the cuffs Scuffs on the skate highs, keep 'em laughing at us Trust that I keep [knives] that will land in your guts If your touch is not welcome, pacified pacifist seldom Someone took the nook, keep yelling on 'em No telling what'll happen if you pass the fifth And keep your flash pasteurized, mines like fresh outa the tit Ick, Schick sharp, shards for darts, promise of skill Arms up, guard your heart, f'real High crime, low art, protect your neck Face sparks to the... no time to waste Take down, clowns in the fake crowns Sound the loud siren, get off my island Doomtree consume the loose silence Fill it to the top with the "digguh-digguh-digguh-digguh" live shit Aus Songtexte Mania