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cooley savant - war pigs lyrics

cooley cool was in the labyrinth
two screws loose perusing through the cabinets
two teaspoons that brew was so elaborate
awakened the madness
rested on the sabbath
the ash to ashes
and dust be to dust
n-ggas like us
nothing much to discuss
but the blood on the hands
and the scuffs on the chucks
and the tears on the jeans
and the mud in the cuts
my mush for the breakfast
and a lunch full of rust
my morning commute and the hugs on the bus
was a pick from the pocket the links from the cuffs
got robbed at my stop with a rod to the gut
still came cubicle the boss offered up
not a f-ck
deskmate winced at the musk
as i’m leaking on the printer ink
and sh-tting out of luck
this mad mastermind was bound to erupt
physics
well yes ma’am when i kick it
mother may refuse but the youth might get it
so i just might spit it
when i roll to your house
so you she feel comfortable
can the guys and the gals
come play for a minute
come slay with a menace
come taste what i poured but
don’t tell your mama that some knowledge was in it
– or was that vodka?
(i’m not sure what i poured and that’s a problem)

casualty in my casual tee
screaming death to these pigs so casually
drunk laughing a lab coat and happily
constructs the masterpiece in the laboratory
like that edgar degas
though the image is odd
the greatest impressionist, impressed upon
when i paints it raw on the canvas
and spit the anecdotes with the damage
like rick ross
doing ramadan in a mosque
with a ham sandwich in hand
and another hand was strapping his man-sandals
they told him to take samples
he ran with a d-mn handful
and hopped in the church van with a band and colonel sanders
and a general too
was carpooling to some soldiers funeral who
and discharged with no home to come home too
he drowning out alone ’til his head he blew
no achoo
but blessings ‘n icu (i see you)
at my school
for poor teens to recruit
no f-ck you
your checks to the mentally bruised
palms to chest and pledge these two nuts too
the p-wns in chess
the context
in these threats
is best if heard in terms of what comes next
to digest, a serum for the pains in your stomach
and the doctor is in
and they’ll love me, they love it

- cooley savant lyrics

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