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Steel Sureal and Deciblast robbin graves for this one
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underground like corpses but livin indeed. heavy tripped out beats with thought provoking lyrics
Rhymes and cuts inspired from the past but movin into the future. Scratchin's done on 2 MK3s and and 05 Pro - beats are composed on an SP808 and mastered in soundforge.
Song Info
Genre
Hip-Hop • New School
Charts
Peak #12,268
Peak in subgenre #1,132
Author
Steel Sureal
Rights
Deciblast
Uploaded
October 23, 2002
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MP3 1.4 MB • 128 kbps • 1:31
Lyrics
Consecrated burial grounds surround suffering, so tangible yet closed behind rows like locked mandibles/ A feeling in the dirt, a sense of hurt that pervades the place's peacefulness, Is beating at the back of my skull/ Like the wings of a bat bein' pulled through the night, In search of it's slaughterhouse/ The screech of a fieldmouse Should have awoken me from my reverie/ But the cloying smell of dried flowers placed reverently... Against my tombstone and plus the sweet loam At the back of my throat combine to coat my mind like pepto-bismal/ And as if I ain't already I'll be damned if livin underground ain't dismal/ So I wait for nature's call/ To rise again/ Lookin at the skies again/ Through hollow sockets stalkin the earth/ From birth to death to birth it looks like life is never endin/ Crafted from the rock I thank the soil for my sendin. Unearthed for a final verse my brain burst/ Each movement I make is rehearsed in a long string/ A simple sickle swing strictly sets me on a path to skulls I cling/ Drinking in knowledge useless to a toothless corpse lacking in the thought department... My departure from the heart meant my soul-sucking lips pursed permanent/ The curse of the vermin enters my pleasure centers/ Pushing me forward to persue the sweet stenches of park benchers/ Then Ahhh! My lack of throat clenches/ The eyeball saggin against my cheek bespeaks a tale of dismay/ The trail of decay/ That I've been wanderin wonderin how'm I gonna get to my next extra-cranial activity/ Is actually forcin me along this dark road I've been travellin'/ My guts unravellin' in a story as old as mold/ But the spell - it no longer binds me - the curse has lost its hold/ 'Cus the realization hit me, the underground, it binds my soul...
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