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language arts crew - heaven and hell lyrics

[verse 1: benny medicina]
it might as well be all the same for me to train the eye to make
adjustments in the way my mind perceives to live and die a day
hibernate away from nuclear winters, cyber sp-ce
inside the mind, my labyrinth checks the time it takes to try to find a way
motherf-cker, realize your sentiment is side-a-ways
idle days are taking over—evidence is time and sp-ce
and amidst the moment, signs are saying, “slide away”
the fact’s you know i merely told the science of the brain

[verse 2: clint westwood]
i checked into hotel hades on a mount zion head-trip
room six-sixty-six in a glorious dialectic
infected with the intentions of the most special of h-llsp-wns
i creep deep in a well’s pond ‘til the spell’s gone
swallowing bombs of wrongness before you can say, “right”
my psyche softly shatters to stab my brain to daylight
i may frighten you at first with a terrible thirst for life
curse of the earthworm, i live the earth’s surface by night

[verse 3: vric enoh]
proceed to leave your feelings as we tween into the evening
with a lesson for collectives of complexion, we’re diseasing
i dream my freedom, branch you through the seasons, color-scheming
ground to ceiling, walls receding, breath for breathing exit, leaving
your heart could be beating or a dead organ on forfeit
on purpose, i rock a cordless to the orbit
[ten absorbed in?] the corridors of the [coroner?] of the [?] cornets
where views are gorgeous through morbid rigor mortis

[hook 1: benny medicina] (x2)
kind is evil, black is white, good is bad
chaos and order, heaven and h-ll go hand in hand

[hook 2: clint westwood] (x2)
heaven and h-ll sells darkness to light (come on)
good meets evil, black reveals itself to white (to white)
while chaos mocks and feeds off the loss of order
man stands stranded on earth, caught between the borders

[verse 3: qs zeus]
ayyo, at nighttime, i can find the right mind
it’s a psych fight side by side with the light’s line
i bite mine to fight crime and die for the mic rhyme
you’re blind to the fine line, to the lifetime, to supply line
some of you die in a tight vial of violence
and the light says, “supply cents to the right friends”
the mics, the pens, i’ll rhyme the spins that lights the winds
the breeze will feel the ease, but the seas will bite your fins

[verse 4: clint westwood]
little baby sapien screens a world from a car seat. goodnight, irene
i’ll sing your melodies through the bars and streets
wondering if you’re looking down on me (down on me)
do you share these sounds with me? do you see my depravity and frown on me?
regardless, a part of your heart lives on through my touch
i’ll carry that torch forward and sharpen my sword with such humanity
the curse: hollow purse, merciless soul gravity
the blessing: i’ll burst your chest cavity, flow sanity
foes to family, i mend ends to die today
you chose calamity. i grow wings to fly away
like a pirate saint, tainted but worthy of god’s kingdom
i keep his majesty laughing while he’s crafting our freedom

[verse 5: vric enoh]
sun will shine, but will you reflect the sunlight?
only if it’s darker—some in flight amongst the twilight
done right or done wrong, heaven or the h-ll sp-ce
grab your f-cking number, man. we’ll bury you on sunday
i rise waking, out for rhyme making
time tick in mind. i’m out the sp-ce station
so who the h-ll decides where i reside and picks the path to afterlife?
and who defines the lines of good and bad and rules the life?

[verse 6: qs zeus]
so hold the cavalry, trap the weak and unravel me
i’ll travel to free raps if your weak -ss battling
i’ll tackle the feedback. [what i see slack?] avidly
i’m actually packed, ready to scr-p, roll savagely
repping the fact, those slit in the back throat
i fracture you backbones with your -ss like “exacto”
where will the facts go? from glasgow to cali
i’m flipping you -ssh0l-s and berry your halle

[hook 1: benny medicina] (x2)
kind is evil, black is white, good is bad
chaos and order, heaven and h-ll go hand in hand

[outro: sample quote from the new adventures of michael shayne vol. 1]
[michael shayne]
“half a dozen bullets smashed through the window. i just held my breath and said a few appropriate words to any archangels who might be listening. i thought, ‘so long, mike… it’s been fun… ‘”

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