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the dead can rap - the dead can rap lyrics

[intro: nosaj]
let’s go to work
let’s go to work
now a lot of my friends are heavy drinkers

[verse 1: nosaj]
now i walked on mars and never fell
spent my time in mexico running from h+ll
i was trapped in sky for many nights
took my freak brother shugi with my dj mike
people acting all strange when i came down
to the ground i’m a stranger in my own town now
living off the grid with my cash and kids
judge, i might did it but i just can’t admit it
live and let die, spread your wings
learning navigation might get out clean
in this everchanging world that i live in
the only thing i can trust is my motherf+cking children
victory, godspeed rip valhalla
children are thе revolution n+gga, fight the power
lеts go now

[verse 2: mike ladd]
she was cooking collard greens in pan+am i needed no more convincing man
so i bounced from the bronx now i’m dropping off kids and
smashing up their i phones if they use ’em in the kitchen
props to scotty but i flip like horace pippin
obsessed with high yellow like a beaufort delany
coming cray like colscott in a pooty movie ma daimy
blazin’ juli raja shirts at eight am drop off
puttin’ in that work just like a rough or a popov
wifey touching them calves while she watching them cavs
beneath the raja canvas and the marimekko bags
cesar on the table and a dime in the closet
but i always been a bearden man keep the bearden in fam
in paris thinking ferguson beneath the amos ferguson
wiley might be stylin’ but walker she be on it son
american artists gettin’ started, but i strictly holler
raja, kanishka the father of a style taken farther
you gotta give the nod where you aught to
from artist to father it’s a matter of follow through, we got it
[verse 3: remi rough]
so mike said we need to get the band back together
we never giving two flying cr+ps about the weather
do the school run everyday rain or shine, apocalypse
drop ’em off, grab a coffee, run into the office it’s
nosaj, mike ladd and me upon this rap trail
i’m trying to get sh+t done but dealing with fan mail
and now it all makes so much sense
it’s peak time living at a quarter to ten
welcome to your after future in my kingdom
i need more thorazine for symptomatic income
and paradise never comes cheaper than dominion
i’m crossing my ts becoming part of the system
i could’ve been a journalist peddling fake news
instead i’m painting canvas and i’m watching the previews
i left my graffiti wife to bed with malevich
street art is dead and hirst is a shallow b+tch

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