Black Dahlia - Melanin 9, Eets, bsd.u

Yo, metal plate, marble mouth, gargle stout, arse crafted out

Blast your carbon out, spark you in a spartan bout

Clip the cartridge out, fast with arming cross guava clouds

Split a marksman down, martial masters couldn’t par without

Skinny marga hoe from south sucked the argon out my sack

Arched her back glass of sampled yack camouflaged in black

Clapping infrared guns pregnant moons dead sons

Led spun, Wray and Neph rum letters to (?)

Headstrong in dark raves high tops and sharp fades

Helicop’s car chase we fast in this (?) faith

Stargaze like Dogons, youngers carry blades

Scar your face like a Shogun, pathways we’re sold on

Armed raids and drone guns infidels, mass graves

Feeling like I’m Tetsuo, Splinter Cell, Cascade

Black haze on fingertips, lips christen glass pipes

Bar fights, masks with katanas in my archives

Sharp eyes blottin' nines in yards with the stars nine

Trapped inside a montage with scars from a past life

Apartheid, slugs fly from barrels out the carbine

Rattle hard spine signs with earthquakes and dark skies

Blast nines like Natalia

Souls trapped in realms like the Black Dahlia

My arms hates my chest

My chest hates my bones

Bones weary of my flesh

My blood’s jealous of my soul

My arms hates my chest

My chest hates my bones

Bones weary of my flesh

My blood’s jealous of my soul

My arms hates my chest

My chest hates my bones

Bones weary of my flesh

My blood’s jealous of my soul

My arms hates my chest

My chest hates my bones

Bones weary of my flesh

My blood’s jealous of my soul