Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 40 Thieves, artist - Common Market. Album song Tobacco Road, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 08.09.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: SCIONtific
Song language: English
40 Thieves |
…And the band played on |
Score the sequence, a piece for my élan |
Spread through the procession with a phaeton hitched up to |
Thoroughly bred equine, bet he try and cover the spread |
Vignette, butter and bread truck — must’ve been something I said |
Cinnamon sugar on my raison d'être |
We shake on credit and contract words |
Negotiate the merger to further the fake arm gesture |
Dribble the ribald off a baseline |
Nine up in the seat cogitating; |
I preach, for God’s sake |
Flung a bitter syllable off a sweet tongue, gold dome terrorized |
Revoke and nullify, my lodestone pulverized |
Sull I rep and don’t apologize to |
People for indecency the frequency is equalized |
Father missed — got this doctorate in absolution |
Caught another body; |
shot and stabbed, headed back to Houston |
Tack escape routes to board bulletins pullin' the stake out |
Flash say it’s four of them slaughtered inside the safe house |
Kowtow, power reneged, trigger the Sig Sauer decibel |
Let a few settle and fled the vestibule |
Inestimable gems swapped for peridot |
Pawn it off as hard-rock, shoppers go hysterical |
Veritable trade smith, cake sift, coordinate the bracelet with a facelift |
Slip away, they spit on your grave |
From the makers of placebo, a trio pushed |
To ameliorate the feverish, deceivinest looks |
For thieves and crooks booked up in the state’s prison system |
It’s marketed disregarding the rate of recidivism |
I sent a petition: rescind the vendor |
Minister free of influence, please — the pen needs instruments |
Incriminated, incarcerated, incrementally rehabilitated on frets |
Now that’s a bass head |
Something I can feel, not nothing I should fear |
For the impropriety I bring to bear |
Where the numbers at compared to then? |
Summer breeze, fair wind |
Jasmine ain’t blowin' their minds, they’re smokin' heroin |
No we don’t select the listenership or bend to it |
The insurrection intimate and interests the syndicate |
Offense of friends, incidental to my requisition |
In the end, I respect your decision |