lyrical commission – blood red skies lyrics
[verse 1: brad strut]
the crust crumbles
your funds stumble like a drunk out the pub and never end in search [?]
trouble and
famous for blazin’ up, only family and mates on drugs
[verse 3: trem]
i strike with the might of thor on the mic where you biters bore
[???], your career’s drawn its final straw
that poor style you sport’s seen its last days
long forgotten in the bottom of unmarked graves
i spark a phrase, makin’ my presence felt
through lessons dealt in battles, you’re beggin’ for heaven’s help
pennin’ my venom, meltin’ pages
as the felt tip blazеs more intricate ink work than celtic mazеs
see, honest to god, my squad slaughters all
we walk patrol, and any protocol, you’re sure to fall
when a storm hits, i tear strips and rip shreds
of these motherf+ckers seein’ more red than split ends
so make no mistake, you can’t escape the due course
of this juggernaut breakin’ crews with brute force
scorch and torture, corpse in a trem+atorium
and stuff [?] in a jar, end of story+ium
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