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black earth theory - how to get away with murder lyrics

[intro]

drink that water

whoa, whoa, knock em out

[verse 1: black earth theory]

i hate this body
i hate this vessel
i despise this flesh
i wish i was metal
dispose of this body
morose is this body
more holes in this body
than the craters on the moon
it’s gross in this body
i don’t want n0body
to touch me
i must be a ghost in this body
i won’t waste my body
cut prose in this body
the soul in my body’s
still home alone godly

[hook 1: black earth theory]

cause none of us belong here
only till we die
tell me, did you ask to be thrown into this life?
they murdered you to life
why do you think i burn myself to purge me of the burden to be squirted out the cervix into light

[verse 2: black earth theory]

imagine that trauma
you’re just a byproduct
your organs are recycled
over and over why bother
over your dead body isn’t really that much of problem, cause life’s harder

[hook 2: black earth theory]

and we don’t belong here
only till we die
tell me, did you ask to be thrown into this life
they murdered you to life
why do you think i burn myself to purge me of the burden to be squirted out the cervix into light

[verse 3: black earth theory]

so so painful
and though i came from an angel
she brought me into h-llish unstable conditions to raise a child in, i try to be grateful
she gave me everything i need
reading and singing to me as a seed
before i even could kick
she had me spelling out sentences in sign language with my footprint
old records she was spinning still spin in my head to this day
i remember back when i was just behind her rib cage

[verse 4: black earth theory]

little lima bean now a foot above the bean stock
tall enough to give me chronic pain when my knees drop
every day is agony but still i got be god
that’s why i hate my body, god
please i wanna be free
i don’t wanna be me
i wanna just leave
but i cannot leave
so why do you think i know i’m free when i feel pain
i know i’m me

hook 3: black earth theory]

i belong here
only till i die
tell me, lord why was i thrown into this life
you murdered me to life
why do you think i burn myself to purge me of the burden to be squirted out the cervix into light

[bridge 1: black earth theory]

burning in this furnace called life
wishing i could jump back into the primordial soup to add the spice
cremating in the furnace called life
if we personified the irony then it would look like you and i

{verse 5: avery]

(murder, finish him)

creeping on you in the dark, like the boogeyman
then hook you from the back like i was the candyman
you start running, and i start chasing
i’ll catch up to your -ss, gut you like i was jason
you’re not so lucky
then i’m under your bed with a knife like i’m chucky
i stole your keys, for your f-cking truck
it’s a f-cking pickup so i really don’t give a f-ck
i’m taking off down the street
i’m chilling with my n-gga cameron
and i’m hopping on the beat, i’m straight freestyling
i k!ll it like a stallion, what the f-ck did i just say?
i don’t know, i’m wilin’
look

(lemme stop real quick)

[bridge 2: black earth theory with avery]

ay, i have a question for y’all
do you remember when you were behind your mother’s rib cage?
(what?)
(what the h-ll?)
it’s a serious question
(no)
(mm-mm)
no?
(do you?)
little bit

(yo, whenever you get the chance you should uh, call me back
just seeing what’s good)

[bridge 3: black earth theory]

i am free
as you are free
as you are me
and we all live forever

y’all talk about nephilim and sh-t
how tall are you?
how f-cking tall are you?
answer that question, b-tch

[verse 6: black earth theory]

y’all talking annunaki but you less than 6 foot
never read the sumerian scripts, you not big foot
size doesn’t matter in a fight, yeah you right, but i’m taking bites, knocking out lights, split your wig good
usually you could call me a pacifist
except i’d rather p-ss a fist your way if anybody ask for it
i revisit things that haven’t even happened yet
if this is just a cosmic joke i hope that god laughs to death
shark tooth, megalodon bate
loch ness monster in the wrong body of water, i can’t condensate
find me spilling on you in a drop of rain
i’ll exchange lint for the value of your pocket change
i’m a shaman, mage, warlock, or fae
unlock the spirit realm, it don’t concern you, walk away
god is great, god is fake, god is tainted, god is rage
if your god is hateful of anyone then your god is g-y

[pre hook: black earth theory]

i wanna f-ck my way to the top
i wanna have my way with a op
there is no god-mn way that i’ll stop
i got dirty knees, look at these, praying to god
i got

[hook 4: black earth theory]

dirty knees look at these praying to god
dirty knees look at these praying to god
dirty knees look at these praying to god
dirty knees look at these praying to god
i’m a teaspoon of milk in the primordial soup
understand the nature of the threat before it becomes you

[bridge 4: black earth theory]

(yeah, just like that
little bit more
no no no no, right there)

[verse 7: black earth theory]

i ain’t a top, ain’t a bottom, ain’t no middleman
i just shoot my shot at your feet, do a little dance
rain dance, river dance, square dance, circ-mstance
too much trap not to fall, go on baby twerk that -ss
catch these hands, i’ma slap box
you decide if it’s gon be like that, or a hand job
it’s a metaphor, motherf-cker, don’t get mad, op
tryna get me to give away my john hanc-ck
the next time i’ll sign a contract it’s a contract hit on a record exec, i’m bat sh-t
execution of an a&r, i exact it
i just need a little r&r i can’t relax b-tch
in a school of small fishies i’m a shark
i’m a shifty motherf-cker sitting in your sim card
i been god, sitting on the edge of earth, i rim shot
rim job, plenty nasty sh-t for you to binge watch
i’m 6 foot 6 with plenty d-ck for you to sniff
i was shot out the womb with p-ss, not a uterus
all the trauma coming back to me, me too in this
chew on this: i’m in a reality where jesus and judas kissed (ew)
stick in the floppy disc, nah more like judo kicks
in your computer chip, still jugging you for chips
coins in my pocket, gold standard, man you’s a bit
good luck nailing my tall -ss to the crucifix

[outro: black earth theory]

i wanna f-ck my way to the top
i wanna f-ck my way to the top
i wanna f-ck my way to the top
i got dirty knees, look at these, praying to god

(oh yeah)

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