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  • Текст песни Dalek - Three Rocks Blessed

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    Our slaughter lies in drinking malts and not the porters
    This ordinary revolutionary lived and fought that modern malay
    Mainstay in mainstream, but swam upriver full steam
    With no liver
    Hard to figure, logistics and logic entangled
    Mangled figures in shadows pose no threats
    This interlude escapes me, kept my tongue wet
    Daily variation varies on technique one speaks
    D k dead verse no rehearse when two meet
    Magnetic poles read like dead sea scrolls
    Competish got beat like rick did lucy
    In sky with diamonds,
    Kept in army jacket lining
    Sense what that facial structure's hiding
    Shifty eyes shift like the sands of time,
    Eternal.
    Reaching for that dagger in their boot
    Or their burner.
    Urban turmoil got me coiled like cobra,
    Never sober.
    My soma thrown off the cliffs of dover.

    3 rocks blessed before them hit the floor
    Took the bottle to the chest, til the head said, "no more!"
    Pleasures of a man who's poor.
    Revel in the pain i endure

    Known to utter ramblings of winos off of straight head
    Young poor and hated, a darker shade kid.
    Caught them eye sores, mad jaded
    Kept my vocals gated
    Recessive traits emerge when resting on crates
    Sipping ancient grapes, altering mindstates
    This life on crumbled papes of a street poet
    Kickin gutter poems, at 8 ohms
    Unbalanced chrome speaks my misery
    Forgotten history through modern griot
    These kids don't rock, speaking on what they have-not.
    Swore to god they hot like them weed spots
    And quick to pull that glock
    But where those skills they got?
    Where's my culture?

    3 rocks blessed before them hit the floor
    Took the bottle to the chest, til the head said, "no more!"
    Pleasures of a man who's poor.
    Revel in the pain i endure

    Transformation of norm to higher apex
    Truth got stretched like latex
    Their concern now lay on paychecks
    Outer lobes got annexed,
    Dramas play like hamlet,
    On modern stage.
    This script to ears fall vague.
    Now look this mess you made
    Caused me to invade type christian on crusade
    Should do you in like cain did able
    And render you disabled
    Should wrap this mic cable round your vertebrae
    Till your vocal's strained
    Some say i'm deranged
    I ate the paintchips off the window pane,
    Just to dull the pain
    Must maintain.

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