Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ecomog, artist - Armand Hammer. Album song Paraffin, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 29.08.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Backwoodz Studioz
Song language: English
Ecomog |
| Herbs and roots |
| Mixtape, white tea and only juice |
| Steam pots simmer under zinc roof |
| Law of the land, live and let die |
| I can’t seem to grasp time |
| Watching death and how it comes in threes |
| Chilli, garlic, ginger, head spinning, lord willing |
| There’s a line, as for me and mine |
| Dark bodies sent to Earth to usher in an unprecedented era |
| Of cosmic regeneration and happiness |
| Mysterious tale |
| The veil’s been lifted are you listening? |
| Crooked scales |
| Written in a gentrified art hotel in the motherland |
| Closing the gap between over and understanding |
| Doubling back when the tangent the papers use |
| Duel of the iron mic |
| Never made the news |
| To be seen and not seen at the same time is a mind fuck |
| Black buck |
| Niggas always wanna be the next white somebody |
| Respect the lineage, feel like I shadowbox with simians |
| All of my feelings I kinda write to |
| No photos please, I got warrants |
| Doran vipers with smiles made for pulling the juks |
| No such thing as a halfway crook be the mantra |
| Conjuring man hold my new flow |
| Totem pole always in cold |
| Don’t try to keep up |
| Let it take you |
| The phrase at the end of the day punctuate damn near everything he say |
| Bitter to the taste somebody’s got to pay, his laugh bray like brass |
| Crafts tales of unlikely escapades |
| Talk like a fool eyes searching your face |
| Knows you think you better |
| Wants you to know you ain’t |
| An even layer burnt cork over the greasepaint |
| You know what comes next |
| You already know the rest |
| You don’t need me to tell |
| You know I need the cheque |
| No respect no respect |
| Propeller hat, jaunty, surely you jest? |
| Yet double back to holler at your aunty |
| Put the work in the bastard |
| Get worked up over these manuscripts like Jack Torrance Shining, |
| you just rhyming |
| I gave them work like everybody do these assignments |
| Valuable silence in that asylum rented in shame |
| They built a monument to the violence |
| Way we play it don’t sound nothing like a violin |
| They got the bomb like uptown in ‘99 |
| You can search far and wide for a hill on which to die |
| The rent’s still too damn high |
| Dead bent but still quite spry |
| They got the bomb like the Spike Lee joint |
| So no time to waste, get right to the point |
| The roach is never dead |
| That feeling is dread |
| Those that could fled |
| Laid in the coffin like a bed and each child walked up to kiss his bandaged head |
| Still remember something foul my uncle said |
| Yeah, I’mma carry that to the end |