| 作曲 : Booth, Dälek, Oktopus | |
| 1. Rusted irons trap mental, thought's essential | |
| Mask meticulous movement towards central | |
| Sip from holy grail to breath eternal, but time's concurrent | |
| Displace visual with iller words, I'm slurring | |
| Inferred meaning missed target, Minute margins | |
| Make the most hardened crumble when they're forced silent | |
| Our only virtue left is pure violence | |
| Remain defiant | |
| Incarcerated souls sold to build empires | |
| I grow tired of tyrants passed as presidents | |
| Evidence to theft swept under oval carpet | |
| As inmates and children kept starving | |
| True criminals walk free with presidential pardons. | |
| 2. Somber note takes hold of optimistic | |
| Mind that tongue they surveillance visits | |
| Nostalgic visions bring us back to days of backspins | |
| When trivial infractions got your jaw fractured | |
| Shattered lineage from land of US sanctions | |
| Indebted servants to democracy | |
| Feed their families with mere pennies | |
| There's that truth you seek... | |
| Knew you wasn't ready | |
| Implications too heavy | |
| The stickup kids I fear wear three-piece suits | |
| Subdued murders lose their meaning when you stand accused | |
| Most my people was born with their necks in noose | |
| So now I wander own streets verses packed in twos | |
| 3. Some succumb to pressure | |
| Resort to drastic measures | |
| Modern slavery sanctifies corporate greed | |
| Economies solely based on prison industries | |
| Becomes reality | |
| Dilutes humanity | |
| Our common enemy has long since won | |
| Paint melanined as monsters for years to come | |
| Brushstrokes evoke sage in this heathen MC | |
| A beast caged in the heart of the city | |
| 4. This beast caged in the heart of the city | |
| Circumvents common speech | |
| Gutter tongue kept filthy | |
| Histories passed in handshakes | |
| Wisdom achieved | |
| Victory's always fleeting for these pseudo MC's | |
| Trapped by narrow minds | |
| Eyes blinded | |
| Political prisoners terrorized in confinement | |
| Confirms what we learned of US police state | |
| Asphyxiate the people they claim to liberate | |
| While you debate Democrat Republican... | |
| They ran the game on poor again | |
| Latins and Africans | |
| Chained at wrists and ankles | |
| Create profits for world bankers | |
| This heart filled with rancor | |
| Resurrected by this modern Rome | |
| Where hate's condoned | |
| Inherent anger strangles what night has shone | |
| Found shelter when conscienceness faltered | |
| We've all been offered as Abraham's son on ruined alter. |
| zuo qu : Booth, D lek, Oktopus | |
| 1. Rusted irons trap mental, thought' s essential | |
| Mask meticulous movement towards central | |
| Sip from holy grail to breath eternal, but time' s concurrent | |
| Displace visual with iller words, I' m slurring | |
| Inferred meaning missed target, Minute margins | |
| Make the most hardened crumble when they' re forced silent | |
| Our only virtue left is pure violence | |
| Remain defiant | |
| Incarcerated souls sold to build empires | |
| I grow tired of tyrants passed as presidents | |
| Evidence to theft swept under oval carpet | |
| As inmates and children kept starving | |
| True criminals walk free with presidential pardons. | |
| 2. Somber note takes hold of optimistic | |
| Mind that tongue they surveillance visits | |
| Nostalgic visions bring us back to days of backspins | |
| When trivial infractions got your jaw fractured | |
| Shattered lineage from land of US sanctions | |
| Indebted servants to democracy | |
| Feed their families with mere pennies | |
| There' s that truth you seek... | |
| Knew you wasn' t ready | |
| Implications too heavy | |
| The stickup kids I fear wear threepiece suits | |
| Subdued murders lose their meaning when you stand accused | |
| Most my people was born with their necks in noose | |
| So now I wander own streets verses packed in twos | |
| 3. Some succumb to pressure | |
| Resort to drastic measures | |
| Modern slavery sanctifies corporate greed | |
| Economies solely based on prison industries | |
| Becomes reality | |
| Dilutes humanity | |
| Our common enemy has long since won | |
| Paint melanined as monsters for years to come | |
| Brushstrokes evoke sage in this heathen MC | |
| A beast caged in the heart of the city | |
| 4. This beast caged in the heart of the city | |
| Circumvents common speech | |
| Gutter tongue kept filthy | |
| Histories passed in handshakes | |
| Wisdom achieved | |
| Victory' s always fleeting for these pseudo MC' s | |
| Trapped by narrow minds | |
| Eyes blinded | |
| Political prisoners terrorized in confinement | |
| Confirms what we learned of US police state | |
| Asphyxiate the people they claim to liberate | |
| While you debate Democrat Republican... | |
| They ran the game on poor again | |
| Latins and Africans | |
| Chained at wrists and ankles | |
| Create profits for world bankers | |
| This heart filled with rancor | |
| Resurrected by this modern Rome | |
| Where hate' s condoned | |
| Inherent anger strangles what night has shone | |
| Found shelter when conscienceness faltered | |
| We' ve all been offered as Abraham' s son on ruined alter. |
| zuò qǔ : Booth, D lek, Oktopus | |
| 1. Rusted irons trap mental, thought' s essential | |
| Mask meticulous movement towards central | |
| Sip from holy grail to breath eternal, but time' s concurrent | |
| Displace visual with iller words, I' m slurring | |
| Inferred meaning missed target, Minute margins | |
| Make the most hardened crumble when they' re forced silent | |
| Our only virtue left is pure violence | |
| Remain defiant | |
| Incarcerated souls sold to build empires | |
| I grow tired of tyrants passed as presidents | |
| Evidence to theft swept under oval carpet | |
| As inmates and children kept starving | |
| True criminals walk free with presidential pardons. | |
| 2. Somber note takes hold of optimistic | |
| Mind that tongue they surveillance visits | |
| Nostalgic visions bring us back to days of backspins | |
| When trivial infractions got your jaw fractured | |
| Shattered lineage from land of US sanctions | |
| Indebted servants to democracy | |
| Feed their families with mere pennies | |
| There' s that truth you seek... | |
| Knew you wasn' t ready | |
| Implications too heavy | |
| The stickup kids I fear wear threepiece suits | |
| Subdued murders lose their meaning when you stand accused | |
| Most my people was born with their necks in noose | |
| So now I wander own streets verses packed in twos | |
| 3. Some succumb to pressure | |
| Resort to drastic measures | |
| Modern slavery sanctifies corporate greed | |
| Economies solely based on prison industries | |
| Becomes reality | |
| Dilutes humanity | |
| Our common enemy has long since won | |
| Paint melanined as monsters for years to come | |
| Brushstrokes evoke sage in this heathen MC | |
| A beast caged in the heart of the city | |
| 4. This beast caged in the heart of the city | |
| Circumvents common speech | |
| Gutter tongue kept filthy | |
| Histories passed in handshakes | |
| Wisdom achieved | |
| Victory' s always fleeting for these pseudo MC' s | |
| Trapped by narrow minds | |
| Eyes blinded | |
| Political prisoners terrorized in confinement | |
| Confirms what we learned of US police state | |
| Asphyxiate the people they claim to liberate | |
| While you debate Democrat Republican... | |
| They ran the game on poor again | |
| Latins and Africans | |
| Chained at wrists and ankles | |
| Create profits for world bankers | |
| This heart filled with rancor | |
| Resurrected by this modern Rome | |
| Where hate' s condoned | |
| Inherent anger strangles what night has shone | |
| Found shelter when conscienceness faltered | |
| We' ve all been offered as Abraham' s son on ruined alter. |
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