CORRIGER LES PAROLES

Paroles : Last Ride

One step closer to breathlessness
Second step takes the breath from your chest
Third [?] shun to the effervescence, effortlessness, rest
‘cause the rest will feel emptiness
I embrace, I encase empty clips
INS, I never stop
I throw fire, break cinderblocks
Darkness engulfs and I engulf darkness
Fam

Nevеr say forever
Nothing really diеs
Don’t matter, changes shape then the elements combine, bro
Compound elements in sediment, embedded in the excrement
Create conquest from the pestilence
Yeah, this survival of the fittest
God is my witness
Billboard assassin, turning in my hitlist
This the sodomy of Jennifer’s body
Twenty-eight days later, a n***a chasing the zombies
Desecrate the face of your mami with TI's tommy
Beat the polygraph ‘cause he lie calmly

Time, 12 noon, doom and gloom
Drinking radiated water from a [?] tube
Flash flood, don’t be a stuck in the mud
Rain, thunder and blood
Hunger Games Germaine, the [?] thug
You ready, cousin?
Pitchfork justice disgusting
Forever struggling, can’t seem to get above it
Winter sunrise cold
We look up like “whoa”
The whole horizon peppered with drones
bank closed, volcanic ash covers the homes, satellites explode
EMP disconnected the phones
Yeah, you sleep eternal
I dump you in a hole in your thermals
Punch you in your f**king neck ’til your throat gurgle
Abundantly cheap, scarce and expensive
So whatever you selling, that’s what you left with
A mind too wired to be biased
Preoccupied with the slightest, the virus
Was designed to kill the designers
Voice-activated hybrids
Herculoid droids
Music compartment/department, mafia turf wars
balaclava mask, butane and brass
Jack booted brand, Lieutenant Dan, let’s dance
You just wanna survive, sc*mbags, look at your lives
Come here, fat b*t*h, look at your thighs
Scattered across the winds from a force within
I can’t help none of you, you gotta talk to Him
In the tower, the controller of the alpha
The unknown knowledge of the all knowing knower of power
Protozoa from a meteor shower
Fukushima powder in your clam chowder
Be ready in half hour
Inception, the killing field lesson
(HRS in the…) world war reckless