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dvsr - bad company lyrics

[verse 1]

i’ve been waiting for this sh-t to erupt
in a gl-ss sh-ll, been rocking back and forth for a month
(for a month)
i can’t remember the name of a coward only the pain and the scars gained contour the veins, brother
i put the rank on my back
let the information sink when you gaze at the facts
i’ll be waiting for the double headed snake and the rat
i need to react and then adapt
before the climax and keep intact, cuz (uh)
i keep a terror attack style like cyrax blowing up the m-ss, mask on (what)
i’m in a cl-ss above a black belt just like a master
bow to disaster
sipping blood dripping from a dagger
relax like two fat hits of blue magic
raised by the cl-ssics
first release on repeat, turn them all into addicts

(yeah, and they still ain’t f-cking with us)

[chorus]

you can’t f-ck with my clique
mad at the world with them scars on my fist, b-tch
you can’t f-ck with my clique
when you’re living in a state of mind you can’t fix
you can’t f-ck with my clique
mad at the world with them scars on my fist, b-tch
you can’t f-ck with my clique
when you’re living in a state of mind you can’t fix

[bridge]

you know i feel;
charismatic the way i open my veins in the attic
feeling of madness in the court of low thinking i’m in the court with a racquet, bringing the racket
disturbing the peace, what a feat, the fraek of nature
birthed my desease
alert to all threats, f-ck these figures i’m a hone in the sk!lls
a clone in the hills, propose and sacrifice for the youth
admitting the world except your f-cking punk crew

[breakdown]

i’m a break through with the clique
bleeding out the motherf-cking crevice in the mist
surfacing the level of psychopath
i’m talking to a motherf-cking b-tch
i need to relocate the grips
re arrange the cheekbonen, jow, gotta list (list)
open that wound if you need another lesson from a brother like this
step in line with the rest of the filth (filth)

[verse 2]

oh no, can’t be controlled, step back or fold
the gift of rhythm; still it wasn’t given to’em
your better pay your respects
put them hands in disposals and laugh at the mess
panic or distress
linear graphs predict where i rest
i digress, my minds air locked inside a chest (yo)
everlasting, circ-mnavigating to find the action
periodical visions of distractions
to understand the meaning of wath’s happened
they asking, “how do we develop what you mastered?”
it originated in our deepest fear of falling backwards
and we will arise from the ashes
evolded; four blacks souls the eyes matching
you dwelling in the past speaking latin
attract the metal scene like a magnet
oh please, now extract the waste that has gathered

[chorus]

- dvsr lyrics

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