Sabzi - 40 Furrows lyrics

Hopped up, beast in the veins, and when it courses through He's liable to get at you something awful Push up on a posse like "you prolly a product of something, too" But of course, obstacle the whole line could run through Fire breather like he's swallowing bottles of paraffin Peregrine clutch on the cup, shootin' a pair of them Love hustler, pash pusher -- penny-a-peck The effect blocked and set the scene at Virginia Tech Ripple rocked water craft -- helluva wake Now it's either orders or oars taken from the head of state Stay deliberating probable cause for allegation We're rowing, they're steady posturing to keep their backs straightened No doubt, baby -- varsity crew Steer the vessel over top of the swell and dock boon Proper swoon unit, group and do work; usurp swagger lords Lip servicing, you're sayin' sh** with the jabber jaws Love how you're s**in' down the back catalog Yeah, the money moves slow, but it's plenty room to grow Notice the glow -- they're rollin' in with Tennyson brigades To collect tithe -- slide your ten percent in the plate Gotta spend to save, double-up -- stackin' the odds Apply your cosmetics, baby -- get attractive for God And if the rapture don't come, cousin, then pa** the guns I burn 'em for the return of my investment funds Trouble jumpin' on -- I saw when the chariot swung low And I blinked but, I think I caught a glimpse of Seung Cho Unsho' if even one'll go or if I wanna know Hail a yellow cab to carry me back home to bungalow Shanty complex and the resolution is simple Turn the temple into condos and sell bottled water I ain't bothered over nothin', the covenant's up in Gotham With a wonderful underabundance of love, it's a problem For city staff, take it to the magistrate From an early age, I played with matches, mate Charred world of waste, pray I make it to the pearly gates Spent my last days askin' for lights, cravin' the burley taste Kentuck' your j**elry, your crucifix is proven to be fool's gold I'mma show you how to use it to plow rows Synonymous are worship and work Prostrate and put your face in the dirt (like this)...