Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Black Dahlia, artist - Melanin 9. Date of issue: 16.11.2017
Song language: English
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 |