Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dust Jackets, artist - Armand Hammer. Album song Furtive Movements, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 04.08.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Backwoodz Studioz
Song language: English
Dust Jackets |
Blindfold and a rolled cigarette |
Rhine gold patch Nicorette |
Words pirouette, triple threat |
Stance. |
Whole verse shorthand |
Rubber stamp wrappers running, ran |
Christ complex, kiss the whores hand |
Washed the feet, generation noir plan |
Rich girl, raw sex |
Building had a door man |
Corporate orphan |
97' mentality looks haunting like cop conscience |
No quarter asked, none given |
Nightstick gun prison |
Out the tombs Lazarus arisen |
Cast iron flash in the kitchen |
Radiator hiss like tea pot |
Shower when water’s hot |
With that high power on the block |
It ain’t over till he molly whopped! |
Lady of the lake |
Serenade the snakes |
Exchange papes just to raise the stakes |
Retired in numbers let em rest with the greats! |
(I go by Elucid) |
Yo |
Yo I’m signed in |
Earth sign spin |
Kind buds for kind men |
The night was on my mind |
I’m shinin' |
Remind me I’m a God |
Staring at a false facade |
Where everybody look the part in trendy garb |
Who’s the true and living? |
A great revealing |
Got caught dealing |
Signs and wonders in a world gone numb |
Moms praying Lord restore our sons |
Ring the drum |
Native tongue, what a world we spun |
Black as some |
Hot lung works on its own |
Outfitted in engineered garments |
Harsh harmonics — still starving |
For niggas napping in the armory |
One eye open, empty an eighth |
Move accordingly |
It’s a quarter past chaos |
Hey yall! |
But what they say huh? |
Another layer |
It’s just some paper |
If I don’t wake up, sail on before the days gone |
Try to stay on, old enough |
Know where it came from |
Where your balls? |
Yeah we made yall |
If I’m a hater cause I’m critical so be it |
They just talking, I believe it |
Evenings roaming east of Eden |
Got my reason, pieces of a man |
Season what I can from off the land |
Gun in hand, I’ll be damned |
As I get illy for my city switchin' gears |
Peeling corners like the duke |
Catty proper chandelier |
They droppin' hammers off the roof |
I bet their boots was running bare |
Heard Jelly Donuts on the move |
Zoom I’m almost in the clear |
When it all falls |