Distorted Prose

Dälek

作曲 : Booth, Dälek, Oktopus 1. Broke stride as last of men realized their deep deceit. This troubling advance of half-assed crews crowd these streets. Never mind of who I am, son, just listen when I speak Broken paragraphs hold wrath of a hundred million deep. Bleak circumstance led masses to only want to dance A bastard child of Reaganomics posed in a B-Boy stance Make our leaders play minstrel, Left with none to lead our people. How the **** am I gonna shake your hand, when we never been seen as equals? Deemed evil by those housed in church steeples. False prophets read backwards from broken tablets to the feeble, I seen you! Regurgitate their lies. I'll bide my time with scrolls and ancient's wine. Heady brew left mark on this hazy scribe. If stars align I suppose even the blind will see, How they stole our last voice, corrupted culture into industry. Few minutes remain, A tame soul wanders wild when it dreams. Mine are filled with ill visions of soot and **** fiends. These slit wrists won't rest till I spill these last drops. Tarnished skin only sin when I awoke on sidewalk. 2. Seen your movements through peripheral Remain same individual. When a man's viewed as criminal to act animal is logical. 3. Audible tones honed to hold substance Form sentence Poor reluctant poet, speak prose Refuse to beg repentance 4. Reluctant poet speak prose Incite our peoples We got raked through those coals Once the truth was divulged. 5. Conscience calls thoughts subliminal Actions all cyclical Deplorable descendants of men depressed clinical. Answers seem visible when visionless Useless souls fold under pressure like hands pray to false Jesus. 6. Inadequate adversaries advance awkwardly. Anger expressed outwardly Causes ranks to break amongst these frail MC's. 7. Your fictional tales told with conviction. Concise concepts once written enter bloodstream since this inks been forbidden. 8. Distorted poet, speak prose Incite our peoples We got raked over coals But our truth's still untold. 9. Meaning lost to these zealots Prefer bullets to ballots Watch the rich sip from chalice As these eyes fill with malice Peasant hands remain callous as our days retain darkness I swallow razor blades to keep my vocal cords sharpened. 10. Morbid mixture of mistrust and anger paints picture. Perception now blurred words slurred to form scripture. 11. These sullen souls misinformed Storm gates of stronghold Strange fate that I chose Morbid poet speak prose. 12. Tattered voices arose Red Blood written on scroll Escapes throat an ill flow For my violence atoned. Modest thoughts monotone Infant MC's play grown Found them hung in hallways from cords on microphones.

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歌曲名：Distorted Prose 歌手：Dälek 所属专辑：《Absence》

作词：作曲：发行公司：未知发行时间：2023-12-12

歌曲ID：2712254 分类：歌曲语言：大小：5.5 MB 时长：06:01秒比特率：129K 评分：0.0分

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