d'eon - carbon lyrics
[verse 1: deon]
b-ss like a master track
the black lip b-st-rd of the backgammon pack
to p-ss ab the raps, or rip rapper bars
the barbaric gang to bang bars, you don’t p-ss the test
or test me like the bar when a lawyer call
or call off, the allure can cause
wh0r-s to lure you off
port in the foreigner for more of a cost
or k!ll the cross trying to cure the cough
cain had cured for saul
and saw light that caused horse to fall
and fell blind to voice of god
mom too ho-rs- to call
my voice pure sure the morse involved
more sith get the force involved
the poor kid, dark lipped, arsonist burn porches off
car lifts get the porsche involved
no cars course me off, until god give h-ll more of a frost
looking at the bread like “you sure or nahh?”
and this is carbon…
[bridge]
and this is carbon
you can feel it in your heart when it start when calls send hearts to catharsis
send a mark to the martians
a martyr for mc’s, bang beats heartless
harsh yet i’m steady letting blows
on your mark as i ready set go
now feel the wave like the levee let go
[verse 2: deon]
you don’t wanna really fall
plenty armed demon at your neck – rip your henley off
any of yall want to give applause to this simian?
shimmy off… the f-ck’s a minister to a demigod?
burn like the words lucifer slurred when he sent a herd at a demigod
and he’s armed with a strong arm for your synagogue
plenty of yall fall short but you really are
sweeter than the kiss that i feel from her lips alright
… yikes, sweeter than the bliss from my lips when i write
these inside dreams
night terrors frightening
visions of me sight seeing
like n-gga do the right thing
with all these n-ggas selling souls i just be
the only one seeing through deception
and n-ggas worried about elections
like the winner wasn’t really pre-selected
yeah, and i’m the motherf-cking necrid
80 on the section
20 on my left wrist
n-ggas hitting polls when their vote don’t mean sh-t
step thirteen let the f-cking scene lift
so as long as you got money and a couple clean whips
man you don’t give a f-ck?
“money and hoes, cars and pipes”
f-ck them stars my n-gga f-ck them stripes
cause there ain’t no wrong my n-gga ain’t no right
you don’t wanna really fall
plenty armed demon at your neck, rip your henley off
oh you don’t believe this sh-t?
land of the free this d-ck
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