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Treacherous
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The cold truth about the people around you and the person in the mirror.
diego troy k
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Underground personified...
IF YOU LISTEN TO A SONG PLEASE LEAVE A COMMENT ON THE MESSAGE BOARD. DIEGO: The rugged, down-to-earth voice of truth in underground music.
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Peak #252
Peak in subgenre #112
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Diego/ Beat by Cynikal Productions
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December 10, 2005
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Diego: The Way, the Truth, and the Life... Beat: Cynikal Productions Yo, everyone is treacherous: That’s why we're hard to live wit' We're all sadistic, sick, and narcissistic/ Our existence in history is dark and twisted Thick with demented misery, we're all inflicted/ With this appalling sickness of madness and loathing Why, else would a man get stabbed for his clothing/ And perish in an alley as hes gasping and moaning? Grasping and holding on to his last very moment/ We're hopeless, desperate, unfocused, desolate Soulless, arrogant, odious, and negligent/ Ayo, its totally evident; everything is vile And reprehensible; down to every single child/ And every principle our generation has defiled Generating all of this devastation and guile/ Trial and prejudice; I guess were damned to be residents Of this malevolent realm of wretchedness/ We're treacherous (pause); yo, we live in the darkness We're heartless; We dance on our enemy's carcass/ We hex his Blood, his Bones, flesh, and cartilage And have the nerve to question where God is!/ (x 2) Ayo, there’s murder in the streets and you call it loveless There’s murder in the system but you call it justice/ But blood drips the same no matter what you call it You're full of bitterness like the bladder of an alcoholic/ I saw it from the beginning you're just hypocrites And its gets sickening listening to your ignorance/ Isn't this the supposed to be the home of the brave How free is it for he who used to be owned as a slave?/ We're free only when we lay alone in tha' grave, decayed and rotten Our life and ways forgotten/ But the problem never dies it resides in the people We gather inside the anti-messiah's cathedral/ Evil, disgusting and wretched in our ways But inside we're terrified, naked, and afraid/ We're racing in this maze that was made to enclose us But we chose that path that path never chose us/ We're treacherous (pause); yo, we live in the darkness We're heartless; We dance on our enemy's carcass/ We hex his Blood, his Bones, flesh, and cartilage And have the nerve to question where God is!/ (x 2) Ayo, I’m spittin' a sermon, lifting the burden of killin’ a person As I've written a version of mental perversion/ A simple diversion that surfaced like a living excursion Because we eliminate innocence like kissing a virgin/ The vision is certain I see it completely I beseech thee and the heat that my feet feel beneath me/ Believe me; I can feel the flame in my chest Bangin' in the crest on my door; Its the Angel of Death!/ He's taking my breath--I'm gonna' hurl I stuck in the middle of a battle between two evils like "Underworld"/ And this gun is hurled over my backbone I wonder do I shoot it? If I don't use it I'll never go back home/ See, I was placed in this uniform to smash domes And crack bones of those militants who attack homes/ And known terrorists, but the terror is at home In our own president who pretends that he is his dad's clone/ We're treacherous (pause); yo, we live in the darkness We're heartless; We dance on our enemy's carcass/ We hex his Blood, his Bones, flesh, and cartilage And have the nerve to question where God is!/ (x 4)
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