Six Fingers Thick

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Show Me the Body - Rap, Rock

Six Fingers Thick

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[Verse 1] All ropes, no bone, I go deep down a well I never been well like a shot with the shell The leather boots smell stories I never tell I smile in the sun for the back of a steel Severed from the Earth is how I feel I think about my lost ones before my meals How we gonna raise their sons, how we gonna deal? Tethered to my pain, I stress and I seal I keel, body on the ground Death sounds kneel under no man's short hand A sword or a shield My primal word's real I burn spears for New York, it's all work and no fear He think he listen, never hear 'Cause he just showed up, we been here for mad years That's an uppercut, a white tee blood gush New tenents tryna bust a nut I always head tuck, I go nuts I bum rush a Bedford apartment [Chorus] Eyes are weary, are full of lead Need some place to rest my head Can I stay your prison state? Prison state, prison state Eyes are weary, are full of lead Need some place to rest my head Can I stay your prison state? Prison state, prison state [Verse 2] City creeps, I see you on my aerial Solo and sterile Backpack contents guaranteed to make ya feral I shut my mouth up the fuck behind a two barrel I was filming you filming us What the fuck is TARU? Watching you, if like to snap and pose Bodies don't decompose in the city soil Tenfold, dolo in the dark I was throwing elbows I drop, Velcro Fuck up mega, no show Toe to toe, I never sold Big rush down to get a home They disrobe and cut a chord While homie's tryna get grown So what's lost, I seen it all before Lost and off course Used to cross a single home I'd cop a twenty loosie bone But I lost my upside-down cross When I got sauced, I fuck a stop Calculate the cost, I number hard I swell a deep rot Climbing out the well I been shocked and shelled I accost the void in which I dwell All the depths I fell [Chorus] Eyes are weary, are full of lead Need some place to rest my head Can I stay your prison state? Prison state, prison state Eyes are weary, are full of lead Need some place to rest my head Can I stay your prison state? Prison state, prison state [Outro] Prison state, these homes I should have never know Face to face with race inside a catacomb Prison state, these homes I should have never know Face to face with race inside a catacomb Prison state, these homes I should have never know Face to face with race inside a catacomb Prison state, these homes I should have never know Face to face with race inside a cata–comb!

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Credits

Writers
  • Harlan Steed
  • Noah Cohen-Corbett
  • Julian Cashwan Pratt