1…200 rappers th They all died By gun empty anger honest or hype They all died And when all the legends and heavens for them had all but went dry Was there a measure to their records That had left them twice lived Ants carry their dead in their mouth Convict hard at the foot of our art… Character is what you are in the dark In that yet Ain't it the overpainted arrangement Of all that is painless And harmful to the pit of a person Not This famous estranging of the self to the self Otherwise Completely ingrained in You in the eye of a cut records half life Destined to lap twice your cell soaked gross daylight Intook Intook you stood And in alphabetical order you will stand Low amongst record store stock and blues thief's beliefs A testament to the achievements Of one who pushed his teeth Deep in the matter of his def decades before sleep Hell crows gotta eat And you are what is lost Ghost seeking sheet And Character is what you are In the dark From where the rent check barks Into the single cell of all things heart
Each ant in their house Each ant In their stark And even though the closeness of continents may shift These songs are a bright black that'll never lift Yet let's light leek And now a days when we meet In a dive's lowlit pits We can hardly speak The words for where our dreams went weak Trying the flame in our preach And it's proof That fires grow bigger than men To become A thing beyond pen that come time can't eat From its blood in a beat Or isn't it then Laugh lines buried under a briar of beards Some drugged blind so they can yolk whole year And grow tongue from to the coal of burnt gone&cold peers Beneath the quiet onset of the darkening ear… You see my fire friend One hunger can never truly eat another One's hunger can never truly eat another's We're all in an aquarium feeding our negativity Wanting to bury them but there's nowhere to place the bodies Let them burn the ashes make a wonderful gift It's a tourist trap I hope they buy this sh**… Each ant in their house Each G ant in their house…