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Reveille - Splitt (Comin' Out Swingin') lyrics
yo, we about to twist this shit up right here (as we cross over into a new millennium) it might be too strong for some so I suggest you motherfuckers buckle the fuck up (see what I'm saying?) where you gonna hide? rags to rags, how does the stone turn to static? its tragic, drop 'em lie a bad force of habit not dramatic, traumatic- got me turning in my sleep Pencil pushin' plutos, motherfuck critiques no defeat, complete, never sleep 'n never will and just like "the real", I've entered my time to kill climbing the ring, I'm gonna wear away the doubt cause if I dug my own grave I can dig myself out come on, come on check it- check it- check it takers, fakers, barrel bottom scrapers seperating family from those phony money makers papers stuffed, rolled, and laced with a lesson vapors graced so aftertaste is faced with confession end of session blessin' first impressions stressin' thinking twice and blaming my aggressions on some other world's advice so slice, split, splice and pay the price that it brings but i can stand on my own, I don't need strings I'm not fuckin' splitt I'm comin' out swingin' so heads be spinning bringing on the soup to keep the ear drums ringing I'm comin' out swingin' with ties unstringing splitting up the frame for a whole new beginning I'm comin' out swingin' I've told so many lies, built too many walls broken too many hearts, shed too many tears burned too many bridges, taken too many falls buried too many friends, I've buried too many fears shit's pumpin', body's are jumpin' waiting for something or somebody up in the party to get the head bumpin' split it up- hit it up- but get it up while I set it up, causing confusion, we wet it up from the drum traks- guitar strum and high strung and fine tuned- the time is too soon so let it hum from the power lung, the time come to make it happen over the bother some bitches who want to jack it up track it up, pick it up, you better stick it up dope shit all over the table you gotta lick it up (chorus) I'm comin' out swingin'- I'm comin' out swingin' I'm comin' out- I'm comin' out, motherfucker..ha ha ha.. Splitt family fueds and family ties now you can sew them up but i see through your eyes through the surface and through the lies and through your ability to hypnotize now the road has splitt and i can see no ends I've got angel's wings mixed with plastic friends I got two paths to choose and I can't decide too little, too late, two worlds divide our worlds divide so better choose your side splitt- and out worlds divide |
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