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abdullah x - argot lyrics

[verse]

uh, free man or tyrant, flames of war
or roses, peace and silence
steel fist or violence, violins for the boy
brute walking true, cue for the ploy
blade on blade, skin to steel, blood to pavement
our savior, savor thrones in lieu of th+rns
let bones and brothers be known here as bane then
fall, caesar cease, peace or piece, let it play then

look, warmonger and lions
arthur and goons, with brute beside him
named lance, the other, antoine, huddles, igniting
soldiers’ spark, spurring the streets excitement
boys run by tinted windows, harpies smile
the radiance of diamonds blinds the wild
crows call from cold homes over starving fiends
lil queens by corners, caught in cobwebs, lawless

brute winces, true pictures, dark image
the heart squeeze, the lord seems an eyewitness
the young scream and die young, sirens and pythons
unmarked graves keep fiends from firing
‘fraid of agony, they siphon the streets
and all it breeds, for every drop of passion
they passing sickness, illness, the disease
of false hope and fake peace, a daydream

antoine, the hungry, lance, the brave
arthur, the kingly and brute the pained
he sees the cage in flame, kingpin the cause
never questioned, never answered, ride or fall
rise against the tide and drown for you?
ghosts of the hood remind him to, the king is due
a knife or two in righteous view, the rights of who
died in crossfire, for power, poison, and gunpowder

salute the fallen, as brute aim to shoot
the flute escapes apartments, what they came to do
antoine with avarice and lance with envy
arthur’s joy like devil’s glee, so the sun arise
cowards die a thousand deaths, the soldier one
let the courts burn and banks turn, deeds be done
the sun dawns and night sighs, behind your back
the knife shines, penetrate flesh and spine for the cause

no applause, murder, murder, murdered
arthur in the dark, bl++dy sin, poseidon never wash it
brute retreats, a hero and an opp
the seething of the cops, the bleeding from the shots
the streets rage in war, war waged for brute, defend
or defect, choose to die in truth, the phantom of the boss
rides his stallion, red dots at brute’s gold cross, valiant
stand, but lance flees to die of age and grief
‘toine pleads with police, soldiers march to graves
the mac sprays, the bullets reverberate, then ease
the streets screech for peace, and brute falls in vain, yeah

[outro]

- abdullah x lyrics

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