Dalek

Dalek - Three Rocks Blessed lyrics

Our slaughter lies in drinking malts and not the porters

This ordinary revolutionary lived and fought that modern Malay

Mainstay in mainstream, but swam upriver full steam

With no liver

Hard to figure, logistics and logic entangled

Mangled figures in shadows pose no threats

This interlude escapes me, kept my tongue wet

Daily variation varies on technique one speaks

d�k dead verse no rehearse when two meet

Magnetic poles read like dead sea scrolls

Competish got beat like Rick did Lucy

In sky with diamonds,

Kept in army jacket lining

Sense what that facial structure's hiding

Shifty eyes shift like the sands of time,

Eternal.

Reaching for that dagger in their boot

Or their burner.

Urban turmoil got me coiled like cobra,

Never sober.

My soma thrown off the cliffs of Dover.

 

3 rocks blessed before them hit the floor

Took the bottle to the chest, til the head said, "No more!"

Pleasures of a man who's poor.

Revel in the pain I endure

 

Known to utter ramblings of winos off of straight head

Young poor and hated, a darker shade kid.

Caught them eye sores, mad jaded

Kept my vocals gated

Recessive traits emerge when resting on crates

Sipping ancient grapes, altering mindstates

This life on crumbled papes of a street poet

kickin gutter poems, at 8 ohms

Unbalanced chrome speaks my misery

Forgotten history through modern griot

These kids don't rock, speaking on what they have-not.

Swore to God they hot like them weed spots

And quick to pull that glock

But where those skills they got?

Where's my culture?

 

3 rocks blessed before them hit the floor

Took the bottle to the chest, til the head said, "No more!"

Pleasures of a man who's poor.

Revel in the pain I endure

 

Transformation of norm to higher apex

Truth got stretched like latex

Their concern now lay on paychecks

Outer lobes got annexed,

Dramas play like Hamlet,

on modern stage.

This script to ears fall vague.

Now look this mess you made

Caused me to invade type Christian on crusade

Should do you in like Cain did Able

And render you disabled

Should wrap this mic cable round your vertebrae

Till your vocal's strained

Some say I'm deranged

I ate the paintchips off the window pane,

Just to dull the pain

Must maintain.

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