Krazy Stylez - Our Own Hands (feat. AutoMatik & Colorless)
It all starts with a flicker of a thought like new life
And shatters like a mirror that can't reflect the true light
Then in the darkness, in the void of space
Young gravity pulls it all together in one place
Boom, existence, lush and fertile
But Paradise is purgatory without the girl
Take that rib from the cage, leave a gaping wound
Reach in and tug at the heart strings when you're in the mood
It leaves such sweet sinful tones like, oh
The snake in the garden wants to hear her moans
Cover up your wicked ways now, run away
The voice in the sky has something to say
And it pierces the eardrums like a thunderous spear
Go out into the world now and cower in fear
The gates are shut, the guards posted on all sides
There will be no return to Paradise until the end of time
Plow the fields, plant the seeds
Pray for rain, we so and we reap
Store the yield, livestock to feed
Evergreen, break bread and we eat
The apple is peeled, slaughter the beast
We love the taste, the blood in the meat
So burn the fields, spread disease
Our fate is sealed, mankind's defeat
By our own hands, we die by our own hands
It's like we're heading into Armageddon
And at the ending, it's relevant that most of us aren't entering heaven
No repenting for past sins
It's evident we're passed this
Fact is, we're blasphemous
And cashing in is where passion lives
Laugh at this but as I spit a kid collapses in
Cuz he's relapsed again we're feeding off his actions which
Matches with this, society's compassion-less
Victim of the savageness with well developed calluses
Nobody battles this we turn our backs and stack our chips
For a life of lavishness but there is a tax on this
Already were too late, we're facing a new fate
A cleansing of the evil and they're calling it Doomsday
We're all considered guilty it doesn't matter what you say
You've tried to wash your hands but it's face up to the truth day
Everyone's to blame and should all go to hell
Cuz we fell from greatness and we couldn't even tell
Plow the fields, plant the seeds
Pray for rain, we so and we reap
Store the yield, livestock to feed
Evergreen, break bread and we eat
The apple is peeled, slaughter the beast
We love the taste, the blood in the meat
So burn the fields, spread disease
Our fate is sealed, mankind's defeat
By our own hands, we die by our own hands
The anti-
Atta Mohammed
Allahu Akbar Target
The towers, crashing, falling
Turn dust, death rates in thousands
Bombs over Baghdad, Hussein hanging
Rumsfield, Cheney, right-wing Nation
Seal team 6 point blanked Osama
Through the Bush but behind it Obama
Now it's gurdwara, Oak Creek horror
Drive right down I-94
Trip nine, flip one side
Make six three times so green gets lighted
Divided, far from united
Cipher my thoughts into words through the mic
Enlightened but still feel frightened
Plow the fields, plant the seeds
Pray for rain, we so and we reap
Store the yield, livestock to feed
Evergreen, break bread and we eat
The apple is peeled, slaughter the beast
We love the taste, the blood in the meat
So burn the fields, spread disease
Our fate is sealed, mankind's defeat
By our own hands, we die by our own hands
Written by:
Benjiman Kirkland, Kyle Fawley, Matthew Checki
Publisher:
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