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jakprogresso - bells from the rush lyrics

intro:

+ there’s no doubt that g+nius his madness, he’s a+a talk of abnormality, a lot of people never relate to, i would say absolutely extraordinary, give it, songwriter and a very talented musician
+ his music, it didn’t follow, i mean even simple songs is that+is they really followed straight+straight part of other songs
+ get on with it, say what you have to say
+ from the eternal sea he rises, creating armies on either shore, turning man against his brother, ’til man exists no more (from thе omen (1976))

verse 1:

skippin’ through an opium fiеld, pickin’ flowers
i make tracks around patches on difficult witching hours
went from trappin’ demons to ventin’ and settin’ them loose
night stand like police evidence rooms
plunge darkness (darkness), fall come harvest (yeah)
leaves blood red and red devil dust orange
my music upbringing was surreal with a twist
86 (what?) cassettes of the beach boys, biz mark and rakim
wimple winch (who?), kool g
kool moe dee, pink floyd, ozzy and chris
never cl!cked with a sponsor (f+ck that)
relapsed off purple rain
rockin’ timbs, smokin’ purple like prince on a udder?

interlude:

1 ounce, 2 ounces, 3 ounces, 6 ounces, 7 ounces, 8 ounces, 9 ounces, 10 ounces, 10 ounces in the coke with beige, you know, somethin’ nice, and for some for the personal use, hahahahaha, you know what i mean?
verse 2:

yeah, i burn a ton o’ anchorage
i used to have no known family, just drug related
now numb and jaded
drop life’s hamster wheel in the bow and tank
no god to know a thing
all i know is i’mma have whatever noah drank
either ark or hold+up bank
3rd floor crows are dead, hole cold and stank
slime oozin’ out the speakerbox, to keep the spot
had to throw a goat in a volcano under the equinox
i mix formula then zeaker drops
cellar beats, sneaker copped
“jak, you must read a lot”
nah, there’s a bird in this curse turnin’ into membrane sack
built the enity in churches over dirt plots of methane gas
servants in red capes
gravesite candles in, votives lit
cologne splash samples in golden p+ss

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