Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Deathmate Black, artist - Open Mike Eagle. Album song Dark Comedy, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 09.06.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Mello
Song language: English
Deathmate Black |
The rejected stone is now the cornerstone |
It’s in the sky in chemtrails from a Dorner drone |
There’s a war between fezes and Jesus |
The winner ghost-wrote the pledge of allegiance |
Niggas afraid to touch mason jars |
There’s worse shit on your identification card |
For any man to ever say another man is irrelevant |
Is an ant trying to grow a trunk and dance like an elephant |
So Mister Frankenstein, dead your experiment |
Body so African and head so American |
And here’s the deed to the motherfuckin' promise land |
A pound of weed and the printed lyrics to rocket man |
One whole shattered into dividends |
They’re connected by the rhythm and blood |
Two extremes of faithful and paranoid |
But neither ever really saw what it was |
Every step a man has even taken |
Was only past playing in another man’s original dream |
And you keep seeing yesterday ‘cause its all gonna happen again |
Brand new once again, one year later (its all gonna happen again) |
Like never before, all over again, one year after (it's all gonna happen again) |
The rejected stone is now the cornerstone |
Written in the sky with chemtrails from a Dorner drone |
And they afraid to touch mason jars |
When there’s far worse shit on your identification card |
I couldn’t change your life but I wanted to |
I wanted you to hear nothing else after this |
The ego is the dirtiest of private parts |
A spirit boner never sittin' less than six feet high |
I want this shit to do what it doesn’t do |
Disregard other people’s choices like they ain’t that cool |
As if this cab was a thing to be bragged about |
When don’t nobody sitting in it seem to know what to do |
Except write these words |
And record these words |
Memorize these words |
‘Til they get on our nerves |
And we learn to never wait for what we think we deserve |
Cause the money and the karma is imaginary |
You don’t believe in your arteries and capillaries |
But they still work |
Nobody asked you to |
Nobody ever not once ever asked you to |
And they wouldn’t till they found a way to benefit |
One whole shattered into dividends |
They’re connected by the rhythm and blood |
Two extremes of faithful and paranoid |
But neither ever really saw what it was |
Every step a man has ever taken |
Was only past playing in another man’s original dream |
And you keep seeing yesterday ‘cause its all gonna happen again |
Everyone’s overreacting |
(It's all gonna happen again) |
Everyone’s overreacting |
(It's all gonna happen again) |
Everybody’s now under arrest |
Even the cops, army, and kids |
I couldn’t change your life but I wanted to |
I wanted you to hear nothing else after this |
The ego is the dirtiest of private parts |
A spirit boner never sittin' less than six feet high |
I want this shit to do what it doesn’t do |
Disregard other people’s choices like they ain’t that cool |
As if this cab was a thing to be bragged about |
When don’t nobody sitting in it seem to know what to do |
Except write these words |
And record these words |
Memorize these words |
‘Til they get on our nerves |
And we learn to never wait for what we think we deserve |
Cause the money and the karma is imaginary |
You don’t believe in your arteries and capillaries |
But they still work |
Nobody asked you to |
Nobody ever not once ever asked you to |
And they wouldn’t till they found a way to benefit |