S.O.S (Summer of Serpents)

Lyrics

[Verse 1] It's great to be here Snakes disappear Fate's in the air Let me see you try snatch some On the set with the Trill being spat son Move through the night like the flight of a black swan Slang's banging like Yasser Arafat's guns Back from the parrowcat slums Bare rags on Alley cats run Habitat's numb I'm aggy like Maggie Thatcher in '81 Maybe someday I'll make a run from the staircase Dialect, grizzly Lifestyle, bear face Misery Tragedy Draws me in anime Fassyhole evaporates Snake tongue stand away I manifest poison Bloodline chemistry Keep memories for my friends in the cemeteries The good die young Just sinners who are left with me Trying to stay alive right now has got the best of me So I leave it to destiny Fucking with mine'll get you burnt like a George Bush effigy Life ain't refereed Sometimes it's best to be Cold as the Hebrides Bounce like Zebedee Snake disappear! Flee from my kingdom Talk like the devil but you're nothing but his minion Artificial Judas Judge me on no count Bounce on these snakes Say grace then I roll out [Chorus] Summer in the city of serpents Walked on the demons of Hell in first person Looking for the daylight Sun and half-blinded Looking for a place to rest and can't find it Summer in the city of serpents Walked on the demons of Hell in first person Looking for the daylight Sun and half-blinded Looking for a place to rest and can't find it [Verse 2] Walk in the shadow of the grey skyscrapers Visa club [cheeba] for the Holy high capers Snakes and imitators found by caretakers Hanging from a roof like a piece of flypaper Terminate traitors in pissy elevators Detonate slang Leave fassy in a crater Clash like Muhammad Ali clashed Frazier Clash like Luke Skywalker did Vader! Crush tailor made MCs for coming wotless Me giving up's like a nun coming topless Razor sharp darts like blades of helicopters Stitching up the game with the speed of twenty doctors You don't wanna try test Chess Because you pumped up your chest and biceps, and grew pecs Get stressed when a mic gets checked I dice death because life gets difficult to digest Hold a mic like a torch in a goldmine Throw you overboard if you're trying to overthrow mine Intertwined with crime, the time rolled by Cats came and stole all my garms off the clothesline In a world like this I can't trust none Everybody fighting They're still writing love songs Fake Judas Judge me on no count Bounce on you snakes Say grace then I roll out [Chorus] Summer in the city of serpents Walked on the demons of Hell in first person Looking for the daylight Sun and half-blinded Looking for a place to rest and can't find it Summer in the city of serpents Walked on the demons of Hell in first person Looking for the daylight Sun and half-blinded Looking for a place to rest and can't find it [Scratching: "Straight from the snake pit, days seem lifeless Straight from the snake pit, caught up in a crisis Searching for sanity"]