40 Thieves - Common Market

40 Thieves - Common Market

Альбом
Tobacco Road
Год
2008
Язык
`English`
Длительность
188210

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Lyrics " 40 Thieves "

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40 Thieves

Common Market

…And the band played on

Score the sequence, a piece for my élan

Spread through the procession with a phaeton hitched up to

Thoroughly bred equine, bet he try and cover the spread

Vignette, butter and bread truck — must’ve been something I said

Cinnamon sugar on my raison d'être

We shake on credit and contract words

Negotiate the merger to further the fake arm gesture

Dribble the ribald off a baseline

Nine up in the seat cogitating;

I preach, for God’s sake

Flung a bitter syllable off a sweet tongue, gold dome terrorized

Revoke and nullify, my lodestone pulverized

Sull I rep and don’t apologize to

People for indecency the frequency is equalized

Father missed — got this doctorate in absolution

Caught another body;

shot and stabbed, headed back to Houston

Tack escape routes to board bulletins pullin' the stake out

Flash say it’s four of them slaughtered inside the safe house

Kowtow, power reneged, trigger the Sig Sauer decibel

Let a few settle and fled the vestibule

Inestimable gems swapped for peridot

Pawn it off as hard-rock, shoppers go hysterical

Veritable trade smith, cake sift, coordinate the bracelet with a facelift

Slip away, they spit on your grave

From the makers of placebo, a trio pushed

To ameliorate the feverish, deceivinest looks

For thieves and crooks booked up in the state’s prison system

It’s marketed disregarding the rate of recidivism

I sent a petition: rescind the vendor

Minister free of influence, please — the pen needs instruments

Incriminated, incarcerated, incrementally rehabilitated on frets

Now that’s a bass head

Something I can feel, not nothing I should fear

For the impropriety I bring to bear

Where the numbers at compared to then?

Summer breeze, fair wind

Jasmine ain’t blowin' their minds, they’re smokin' heroin

No we don’t select the listenership or bend to it

The insurrection intimate and interests the syndicate

Offense of friends, incidental to my requisition

In the end, I respect your decision

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