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Genre
Charts
Peak #12,190
Peak in subgenre #7,712
Author
Grammatik
Rights
Black Hand Records
Uploaded
September 10, 2002
Track Files
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MP3 3.0 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
Verse - :10
Eh yo I'm back eternal, brain cell burn you..
More mental, rhyme scheme break pencils..
Inner havoc, power 4 times galactic...
Place stigmas, lose focus, crash in traffic..
Interrupt ya weak tactics, lookin' at celestials..
Halo's and the rest of you, get burnt wit cha testicles..
Frozen Monkey in the pool, eat pussy cats like food..
Moses aint a fool, Allahu Akbar, soveriegn make moves..
Word up to King Tut you sloth peasent, Praise Heavens..
Get skewed in deserts, lost with the most high treasures.
Giggle in the place of protectors.. Bow in my precense..
I'm the King, you a little boy in the place of a grown man..
I been holding you all, get cha own hands..
I aint playin no more, games over..
Playground is dead, break bread with Jehovah..
Eh yo it's little bloodclot, with big bloodclot..
A medicore bloodclot.. middle in the middle..
Bloodshot, get cha whole chest knocked back.. Word up..
Chorus - 1:13
1]
Frozen Monkey's appear in the evening..
Stay breeding, breathing.. breath in..
Now breath out, take the right route..
Don't go left, bring it out..
2]
We won't die, we strive..
To be the best at the jive..
We Black Pigeons in the Eve..
Please breath.. Breath In..
Verse - 1:24
Black visions, I envision black pigeons..
And they playin' with Ghana Monkeys,
In the kitchen.. I advise you to listen..
Ecoutez to the sound of my nerves tickin'...
You can get kicked backwards on ya track..
Knock ya two fronts out, don't fight back..
I burn flesh through flasks.. 7 stars on my mask..
I'm a circle, complete with abtuse triangles..
Acute sounds in the at-mosphere, try any angle..
Stratosphere get frozen, air particles..
I'm not partial, fully write down articles..
Decompose the unfactual, ridiculoid high tactical..
Rewind sounds, on top of mounds..
Native culture gettin' buried in the ground..
Dig up the art of fact, the fact of art is abstract
Quest of art gettin' mixed with a battle axe..
Now act like you aint know, thaz a fact..
You wanna act like that, then get smacked...
Now act like you aint know, thaz a fact..
Chorus - 2:17
1]
Frozen Monkey's appear in the evening..
Stay breeding, breathing.. breath in..
Now breath out, take the right route..
Don't go left, bring it out..
2]
We won't die, we strive..
To be the best at the jive..
We Black Pigeons in the Eve..
Please breath.. Breath In..
Read Poem til end...
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