Lyrics Black Dahlia - Melanin 9, Eets, bsd.u

Black Dahlia

Yo, metal plate, marble mouth, gargle stout, arse crafted out
Blast your carbon out, spark you in a spartan bout
Clip the cartridge out, fast with arming cross guava clouds
Split a marksman down, martial masters couldn’t par without
Skinny marga hoe from south sucked the argon out my sack
Arched her back glass of sampled yack camouflaged in black
Clapping infrared guns pregnant moons dead sons
Led spun, Wray and Neph rum letters to (?)
Headstrong in dark raves high tops and sharp fades
Helicop’s car chase we fast in this (?) faith
Stargaze like Dogons, youngers carry blades
Scar your face like a Shogun, pathways we’re sold on
Armed raids and drone guns infidels, mass graves
Feeling like I’m Tetsuo, Splinter Cell, Cascade
Black haze on fingertips, lips christen glass pipes
Bar fights, masks with katanas in my archives
Sharp eyes blottin' nines in yards with the stars nine
Trapped inside a montage with scars from a past life
Apartheid, slugs fly from barrels out the carbine
Rattle hard spine signs with earthquakes and dark skies
Blast nines like Natalia
Souls trapped in realms like the Black Dahlia
My arms hates my chest
My chest hates my bones
Bones weary of my flesh
My blood’s jealous of my soul
My arms hates my chest
My chest hates my bones
Bones weary of my flesh
My blood’s jealous of my soul
My arms hates my chest
My chest hates my bones
Bones weary of my flesh
My blood’s jealous of my soul
My arms hates my chest
My chest hates my bones
Bones weary of my flesh
My blood’s jealous of my soul