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Qwel & Maker Lyrics
The Harvest (2004)
Beginning
The 'IT' In 'Keeping
IT Real'
Broken Wing
The Siren Of Liberty
Island
Deuterium
The Network
Capathy
Maker Break
Road Atlas
Chicago '66
Ugly Hungry Puppy
Where I Go, There I Go
Ruby Ragdollene
A Little Something
End
The 'IT' In 'Keeping
IT Real'
But brothers would it kill
us to change?
And chain 'em up in prison
when it filled 'em with hate, cause ain't a difference
It's pound for pound the
literal weigh
Stay down for now
It's crowns are minutes
away
And hey, to each his image,
with satan lickin his fangs
But sang bandstand freedom
in it's business of slaves
Who paid Jay-Z and Mantan
to give it away?
Shit'll take some new brand
pants to get us to stay
Make haste
To the pinnacle, infinite,
made of mineral clay
Today we're diamond, nickled,
crippled out of critical rate
A little wisdom with some
rhythm to pray
A place within em, livin
grace as original as the middle of gray
His cynic cake and Antoinette
with a tyrannical taste
Faith abandoned
How we wise if even famine
obeys?
Now we're swimming with
the salmon to calamity's lake
With granite feet, shaped
from vanity and grammy speech "thanks"
The late great planet E
The hand of greed squeezed,
fannin these flames
Nine to five will be the
ant theme, but man, it'd be great
Time's a lie, Yah's alive,
why's it man that we praise?
Anchor hands and canvas
feet
Like, damn if we say
Standing deep beneath the,
deep between the span of these banks
It might take a Barbie chant
to get the answer dj'ed
But man it might change us
to stay
Straight line 'em up and
shoot 'em when they cued 'em for fame
It's the same unnamed shooters,
through the hoop with the flames
Saying truth is the rain,
remain luminous and true to this or lose it in vain
Computer Judas rather view
it through the tube in his brain
Supersized, eyes swollen
open, two to a cage
Mother funded dungeons,
running on punishment budgets
Someone's up to something
Govern it, two to a plane
for fame, sing it again, a cell
Scream it, a gain, a name
Losin it paid us well
Keep it the same and bang
Claimin the realest real
To reel in your favorite
slave
Peeling the seal revealed
for real
His name remains the purest
See the trees for the forest
Born to be the force of
meteors or screamin it towards us
They'd sort us off in sections
There deception ignores
us
To sort us to the new world
Or new world orders
For motherfuckers that would
maim us to prey
Aim and pay 'em off as senators
The predators bait
Fate inevites the snake
Like, whatevers your flav
Pay the rent for your president
We're peasants or slaves
Which is better?
Richest debtors get a whip
whipped instead of a say
Let it fix itself, while
dangling from venomous fangs
Your name is sediment
The bestest threats to get
you to break
To make the exodus from
genocide
The letters we paint
But brothers would it kill
us to change from vain
jiggy, diddy, viddy what
you give me to up jump the boogie
But man it might change
us to stay the same shitty
gritty, cities hittin kiddies
with fronts, stunts, and hoodies
Sissies with a name and
claim to fame
woody looking goody, it's
all boogie to beat beat beat
With deceit seat seeded
and conceit's teeth gleamin
the truth gets diluted to
me me me
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