Shamelessly promoting, uber devotion.
Culture coaxing against the ropes
but always time for smoke and a Molson.
Bolstering the quotient of common commotion
and all the needed necessary code cracking propulsion .
Catch a festival dosing soaking in the natural communal fumes
useless to try to ruin this loom weaving tight knit kindred kin
collectively dodging their respective dens of sin.
Zany zenodrined petty grins spin outta conditioning,
repetition glitching futuristic mental kitchens.
Popping chicken pills'll spill the bean deficient, see
I'd rather be fishing on account of intuition.
So you can, so you can see
what we got, what we got going on in our minds.
In our minds we're not crazy, the things around us are.
They persuade us to make songs as therapy to save us.
Suspicion aficionado, minus braggadocio and bravado.
Tongue twisting linguistic model for solution to some problems.
Scrape the bottom of the scape goat caper.
Fodder for the fire in your eye
dilated by the double dipped white blotter prize.
Coddle misers who never picked on someone their own size.
No stoping this, only alive via Death Murder and Lies.
Preposterous abuse must be met head on
with the use of our head being on.
Armed calm and conscientious in the trenches
with a penchant for success everyone plays no warming the benches.
Take down the fences meant for offense and
drive down the field unyielded by the threat of resistance and coffins.
So you can, so you can see
what we got, what we got going on in our minds.
In our minds we're not crazy, the things around us are.
They persuade us to make songs as therapy to save us.
credits
from Language Of The Heart,
released March 26, 2013
Lyrics- Alex Argot // Music- Rich Courage
São Paulo rapper pairs airtight, ultra-rhythmic bars with well-rounded beats influenced by techno, jazz, trap, drum & bass, and samba. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 6, 2023