Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Duality, artist - Eligh. Album song 80 HRTZ, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 13.08.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Crowsnest
Song language: English
Duality |
| Yes |
| I was there for the end |
| I was there for the beginning too |
| yes |
| fluctuate, fuck debate |
| make my own fate, escape |
| duck the quake, crack the safe |
| mack the night, sacrifice |
| roll the dice, blow them twice |
| little lady with the brownest eyes |
| monetize, make you mine, |
| divine design that’s in my size |
| take a walk in my shoes, |
| pulling back on the trigger |
| ‘cause I got nothing to lose, |
| I’m not in the mood |
| to fuck around the people |
| I got a big attitude: gigantic |
| Nice to meet you, nice to unseat you, |
| I delete you, that’s my main feature, |
| I’m a creature of the black lagoon |
| and soon to the be the one to land on the moon, |
| I command the room and loom when it’s over, |
| missiles launched, the hunt for Red October |
| you got me hot, competitive and sober |
| there’s no stopping the di-dick, I’m a soldier |
| more money more punny, Fox and Mulder |
| Investigate this imposter poser |
| beat that’s this ill, yes I’m the closer |
| so uh, |
| let’s see, |
| what come about when I get the |
| temperature rising quickly |
| sick little guy with a wicked intensity |
| mention me, every time you mention |
| the badass motherfuckers of the century |
| Innovative, in a state of madness |
| all I wanna do is end the sadness |
| drop all this motherfucking baggage |
| hit another rep like a savage |
| not preyed, I’m established, |
| yet have not reached my vantage point |
| hoping that I’m pushed ahead |
| does everybody test me |
| make me hot |
| get me to a level where |
| I’m boiling like the kettle, |
| get me hot |
| watch me, never touch me, |
| no one dare to ever trust me |
| when I’m hot |
| thought that I was sleeping |
| motherfucker I’m a freak when I get hot |
| oooohh |
| braincells, I’m missing some braincells, |
| picture me biting my hangnails |
| looking for chainmail |
| working that chain game, |
| all in the same gang, looking to maintain, |
| face down in a main street |
| feeding the family in a no-fly zone, Surrounded by 5-O |
| hard to survive in your life on the die-roll, its vital |
| create the music that can lift you |
| out of that timezone |
| It’s so primal |
| we live in the times of the bible |
| sacrificing and it’s tribal |
| we incorporated with an evil we can’t even see and it’s |
| time to rise through |
| the blindfold |
| you don’t wanna touch me, trust me |
| justice is swift and costly |
| awfully alone, disgusting, and mussing |
| awake in a cell block, cussing |
| American blood runs beneath the streets |
| heretic lungs, we got pleats and cleats |
| stomp the yard then stop the guards |
| you asked for this, no avatars |
| hoping that I’m pushed ahead |
| does everybody test me |
| make me hot |
| get me to a level where |
| I’m boiling like the kettle |
| get me hot |
| watch me, never touch me |
| no one dare to ever trust me when I’m hot |
| thought that I was sleeping |
| motherfucker I’m a freak when I get hot |
| ooooohh |
| see once upon a time some years ago |
| your mommy and your daddy had to go |
| and out came you, created was a soul |
| I wrote this one to warn you just in case you didn’t know |