Democrossy

Lyrics

[Intro] Yesterday and today ...Somewhere for you, you ready? [Verse 1: Tom Slick] Souls get lost in the turnstile Turning your smile into a frown, walking round in a circle Three-hundred and sixty degrees of weak MCs Heads on the wall from looks, I turn to trophies I throw these words down like a sike, just for spite A head check, I suspect deception in my section The centre of universe, consumed by all surviving, energising Soon draining the city of its pretty lights In a ditch that night the vagabond is on Inhabiting eternity, it seems that evеry new day is a dawn Of the desеrt, we scruples My soul got a virus, the soul of Osiris Accepted by amen, advance from the common Into protocol, for the tight type to ignore the hype The war of subordinate life Accepting me into your life is like receiving the light Is the light on? Is anyone home? There is my home for now (Home) [Verse 2: Eligh] They reward us according to our merits Suspended energies hand glide across the cliff, notes as they're written Instincts barricade the brain with blankets like the beach [?] the sea with piss and greed, to each his own area [?] is the sun, evaporate into particles And gases turning articles of Earth And heaping trashy molasses piles of melting mass And the sun shoving through mobs of survivors Running in fear of the second revival, as bad as the first Would be devastating to remaining folk Overwhelming smoke into the lungs of shrunken city life Reduced to ash, a token flicks flashbacks Spirits floating on attack Too many for the one light shining Reminding deceased of God in all its splendour Our pretender, swim with a dead fish And ember, can you remember the hunt and the wish for Red October When they storm the White House To put the president's lights out An impeachment would suffice They had to turn him inside out [Interlude: Eligh] Devices of extreme edge turned his frame to executive head sculptures Democrossy... Democrossy? ('Cracy) Democracy I toss all these MCs in the ocean when they're over with [Verse 3: Eson] I stay missin' action from attraction I stick to the low pro' and stay high protocol Intact fellow crab, and 4-track for the mass of those who surface And leave not one print or tracks in the sand, covered land I have a purpose and a plan, so I left the polluted land Only to develop an antenna in testicles, and a third eye Due to a contaminated domicile And all of the wild development style After style of communication Suddenly in the dimension of the tension Was sat in a hexagonal room in the corner with a cone Forced to recite standards of slander over a microphone I'll take a referral for refusal Head for the office, jump through the vortex Back to Los Angeles where the vandals is [Interlude: Murs] Murs! Invite T.S. on your bitch-ass porch... [Verse 4: Murs] Now what if I said to you: I read a few of your rhymes and they was whack How would you react to that? Door number one says you will run Door number two says you might try and serve me in front of your crew And door number three (Hah), says you might actually try and sock me But I got you covered on all options Should have been watching instead of jockin' When the lessons were given out This legendary lifestyle I'm livin' now "Live without fear", that's the motto Here is third, and I'm [?] Pop the trunk, pull the rhymes out if you ain't no punk Watch 'em all get crumpled like trash compactors Un-rational actors claimin' that they hardcore My backyard see more gangsters than you'll ever meet From Metal Brooke to Cloverdale The streets, these bitches are male, rock over well on beats While you stay over easy This shit ain't easy, believe me [Outro: Murs] Believe me! Mid-City, fo sheezy Hahaha Me, fo sheezy, bitch Off the heezy! Ayy, you know what, Eligh has just joined the bitch crew And I just want to dedicate that to all of you That are callin' my crew You can get the dick between the two Little bitch (Murs, Murs, MUUUUUURSSSS!!!)