Quakers - BigCat lyrics

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Quakers - BigCat lyrics

[Verse 1] My love's in a jones, above skin and bones I'm a cross between dreams and beams that slugs in a comb I'm off in a zone, far from home, lost in it Here's a bizarre image of black cinemas Act sinister cowboy, It's the rap minister Sinister Shakespeare, the poetical, medical alloy pro Titanium, sniped right through the cranium Show you that Norman Bates, cycle the side of Damien Aim for the faces, holding my breath if you rein me in Cause and effect, it's like when you push paws to the deck I'm not playing hopscotch in a box, better pop Glocks off Quite often that time's just too impossible to watch And I'm saying [Hook] Don't run away Please Please let it breathe now So stop holding your breath Apply pressure, rise, only success is infinite, what? Don't run away Please Please let it be now Beneath the skies to the blue See most of this applies to only a few [Verse 2] Now listen, who's real and who's fake? The truth is, the proof is in the pudding Read between the lines, see the due date William Cooper even seen the signs, but it was too late I'm taking off, break the silent minds, leave 'em moonscrapes Twenty-twelve, many speak and spelled that it's doomsday I'm developing swells, Hell's pelicans groove Can you move with 'em, only God knows, and who's winning? Infrared beams from blue jeans to my ruined denim I got in the scope, so what now? Don't move, don't run, pitch hard balls n***a, spit home runs Grand slam the animal-types sayin' [?] that might bring arms and hammers With strong grammar to provoke them weak boys who speak Small amateurs choke on weak barley's speech, we off scanners, no joke So watch for the sun, when it rise to the west The final call, you call it, don't run, don't run [Hook] Don't run away Please Please let it breathe now So stop holding your breath Apply pressure, rise, only success is infinite, what? Don't run away Please Please let it be now Beneath the skies to the blue See most of this applies to only a few