1...200 rappers th...they all died
by gun empty anger honest or hype
they all died
and when all the legends
and heavens for them had all but went dry
was there a measure to their records
that had left them twice lived

Ants carry their dead in their mouth
Convict hard at the foot of our art...
Character is what you are
in the dark.
In that yet
Ain't it the overpainted arrangement
Of all that is painless
And harmful to the pit of a person
Not This famous estranging of the self to the self
Otherwise Completely ingrained in
You in the eye of a cut records half life
Destined to lap twice your cell soaked gross daylight
Intook
Intook you stood And in alphabetical order you will stand
Low amongst recordstore stocks and blues thief's beliefs
A testament to the achievements Of one
who pushed his teeth Deep in the matter
of his def decades before sleep
Hell crows gotta eat
And you are what is lost
Ghost seeking sheet
And Character is what you are In the dark
From where the rent check barks
Into the single cell of all things heart
Each ant in their house
Each ant In their stark
And eventhough the closeness of continents may shift
These songs are a brightblack that'll never lift
Yet let's light leek, And now a days when we meet
In a dive's lowlit pits, we can hardly speak
The words for where our dreams went weak
trying the flame in our preach
And it's proof, That fires grow bigger than men
To become A thing beyond pen
that cometime can't eat, From its blood in a beat
Or isn't it then
Laughlines buried under a briar of beards
Some drugged blind so they can yolk a whole year
And grow tongue from to the coal of burnt
gone&cold peers
Beneath the quiet onset of the darkening ear...

You see my firefriend
One hunger can never truly eat another
One's hunger can never truly eat another's

We're all in an aquarium feeding on negativity,
Wanting to bury them but there's nowhere to put the bodies.
Let 'em burn, the ashes make a wonderful gift,
It's a tourist trap i hope they buy this shit

Each ant
in their house,
Each G ant
in their house...


Lyrics submitted by Benladen, edited by Malhavic

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    General Commentthanks for posting these lyrics. dose is fucking dope as hell.

    but you cant forget the line borrowed from sole:

    we're all in an aquarium feeding on negativity,
    wanting to bury them but there's nowhere to put the bodies.
    let 'em burn, the ashes make a wonderful gift,
    it's a tourist trap i hope they buy this shit
    cityofdaughterson July 13, 2010   Link

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