The Mess - Carrion Crow lyrics

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The Mess - Carrion Crow lyrics

-Intro- Yeah, so i"m back again now recording and sh**, na mean I wanna let some people know that, i"m just about my pa**ion If i make it or i don"t make it, i don"t care man Its about the pa**ion and what you can do, and i"m going like -verse 1- Even though they don"t consecrate some understanding And consider me spitting alien"s language Ima bring the heat, give the slighest dan if i ain"t copping out They know well i"m never gon" come around boy Griefs can go to the hell, sores getting blown on I don"t want to be the bull who"s repenting his torpor Weighed lies, tries like he could"ve been somebody raging Take it back to the primo basis like What am i holding on this for, am i getting for the ish i make cents Plus did i find a path on the zigzag road, it does make sense Like tick tack toe to toe, me against the fakest reason There is nothing waiting for me in my region It"s true, you"re unable though to unglue the vera causa Hidden in a phoenician script, can"t do in the encoder Knockabout mind day in day out to be positioned in the front Off the dank spitting, while the hands lifting up in the back stirred Such a vibe turns a man a wild cat Billy Music is the new era jungle, you can live off it like you can use it"s frog"s poison Thinking of a master draft like Gordon, yet i"m not a guy with the a plan I"m more than a cold sweat, gotta only keep drifting side to side Cause you never know where the slingshots coming from It"s a gunner game gotta overrun the limits If i quit a minute find my news in the clinic -Chrous- The Carrion Crow, gotta show Whatever their thoughts, bunch of scolds Was tryna bring dexterity, and they Still counting me slows, slowowows And Bran the Blessed knows, dead for sure Cut off my head on the nose But sounds it still speak, speak what What cannot be told, be told The Carrion Crow, gotta soar He ain"t got no awe, oh no way From black it is coming to you The totem been Co-o-o-old -Verse 2- Just let the game begin again, slam I"m reconstructing like Japan, after Bam And when i put it on ima finish up the freshest Write a big L, go out fishing all the famous fashion And by spelling S-H, pressing silent mode COz of the dope i"m transgressing every single pirate code Jaws back to business call them Barracud-da- ist square But you"re out the circle headed for the outermost Hope"s lost, coz we prayed to change and Superman learned to wear his underwear inside Meeting with Slim and Dre was a daydream now because of miles is a frozen dessert in the sky But i promised myself to keep bumping scratching, grabbing mics when falling Scribing on the napkin, splasing damage waiting for a backspin to happen Frying instrumentals producing cracklings, yea Teschy as Joey Pesci, bu*tom up, bu*ton out Get your horns sharp and shove them like waterbucks Deshi Deshi, gotta basara make the jump or i can"t close my struggling novela, say Pay me time is not the time nor is beddy bye or New York and worldwide Someone job me with the idea coz i know when i"ll wake i"ll getstolen by the "Why not", so why not How can these 9th grade failures be millionaires and graduate students got more benjamins in debt, come Hell or hight water i ain"t dropping your a** there son But i"ll keep fusing syllables even working a welder -Chrous- The Carrion Crow, gotta show Whatever their thoughts, bunch of scolds Was tryna bring dexterity, and they Still counting me slows, slowowows And Bran the Blessed knows, dead for sure Cut off my head on the nose But sounds it still speak, speak what What cannot be told, be told The Carrion Crow, gotta soar He ain"t got no awe, oh no way From black it is coming to you The totem been Co-o-o-old -Bridge- If your sky is vague and dusky, careful who you pointing out If the sound ain"t out the country, drag it to the city ground Underdog, underoath, read my thoughts, read my thoughts Get across any talks, read my thoughts, just beat the buuuuugs -Chrous- The Carrion Crow, gotta show Whatever their thoughts, bunch of scolds Was tryna bring dexterity, and they Still counting me slows, slowowows And Bran the Blessed knows, dead for sure Cut off my head on the nose But sounds it still speak, speak what What cannot be told, be told The Carrion Crow, gotta soar He ain"t got no awe, oh no way From black it is coming to you The totem been Co-o-o-old