segunda-feira, 16 de novembro de 2020

the pain, the devil (1)



("Genesis", H.N.I.C., 2000, Prodigy)


"When I speak it gets real
Flex try to tell me, "Yo dunn, nah chill"
You can't come out, wildin' out like that
Rhymes so vivid, dunn I see what you sayin'
But you gotta understand how I feel
The pain and the hardship it took to build
Years of frustration, some got killed
Others fell vic' to the gates of steel
Most try to instill sanity still
Stuck on this rock where we don't belong
I wanna go home not sing this song
But I'm forced to perform, speech napalm
Calm, surrounded by all types of harm
Dogman, fuck your screwface
I watch hands

(...)

Like squeezin' flouride on your brush for your teeth
Or, takin your seed to get shots every week
We need to pay more attention to our surroundings
Busy wildin', all for the wrong cause
Put that same strength into somethin' that'll pay off
Don't forget your soul's involved
That same energy you put out, comes right back it revolves
I smash you, dunn only if I have to
I would hate to, but I'll be more than glad to
The positive and negative war has now begun
P helps you separate both the sides
Let the truth arise, black devil don't hide
You can't hide from me, you might from the others
I've been employed to pull your ass out from the covers
You walk like you got hooves and talk like you 'sposed to
Trickin' my brothers into followin' you? Yo
Potential energy is easily made kinetic
I turn 'em all back where they belong, don't wet it
What? Set it..."

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