Ceschi and Factor Chandelier - Electrocardiographs
Catholic schoolboys rule, nine fingers to the sunHappy you're woke, I woke up fully clothed and broke as fuck
So repressed that I cringe when British folks say the word cunt
Systemically made us felons so we would never hold their guns
Only hire shooters, never been to Hooters
If this was Los Angeles in 92 I'd be a looter
Kanye sends dick pics, I send dog pics
How the hell am I 36 and so fucking defiant
Swam back to the trap noticed most trap rappers are clients
Like clockwork, our country's blessed and obsessed with ultra-violence
Working in the drug world, you see a lot of grown men crying
I was actually born in July, most these guys are Leos-lion
Touch a lot of dollars, all of it I owe to others
Never wanted to fuck with crack, after I saw it fuck my father
This life has a lot to offer
Sweet poisonous kisses from the lips of priests or devil's daughters
Precious vixen mistresses, quick to spit the venom in sync with several sicknesses
Severing heads with liquid sedatives, sentiments slide like sedimentary mud
These fuckers won't take me alive or touch what I've done
They're not breaking my prime and I'm too fat to run, so I'll dive
Holy fuck
Like the body of Christ inside of a nun's cunt
No, no, no, that's too much
You're supposed to pose as a poet, not grow into another punch-drunk punk
Today I'm overthinking of a population that voted for Trump
Of the one time in junior high when a little boy called me skunk
Because he saw my skin was light but I wasn't white enough
Thought English wasn't my mother tongue cause my family was Puerto Rican
Suburban Connecticut kids laughed at a name that sounded foreign
Never quite fit in with the other ones on the teacher's attendance list
In California when I was 11 they asked me to talk Mexican
Got so sick of explaining that eventually I just said yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, that's fine
Everything is a test, everything falls in line
Like flat ones on electrocardiographs when we die
Everything is a test, I against I against I
In the meantime use those brains to redefine that life
Everything is a test, everything falls in line
Like flat ones in electrocardiographs when we die
Everything is a test, everything falls in line
Like flat ones in electrocardiographs when we die
Written by:
GRAHAM MURAWSKY, JULIO FRANCISCO RAMOS
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