Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lazarus, artist - Sadistik. Album song Elysium, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 23.08.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Clockwork Grey
Song language: English
Lazarus |
| Either turn a blind eye, or learn to climb high |
| Heights are bird’s-eye, pining birds cry |
| From pines opining the words I per-scribe |
| Combine the sight-seeing perched on birch I |
| Got burned on pyres heard the word to wise |
| Search the surface sure fits are first to die |
| All my personal ties-dyed by turpentine |
| Time to turn the tides, tidals turned to fires |
| If I don’t earn my stripes I go serpentine |
| This is versifier versus verse for hire |
| I surf the current search where urchins hide |
| Describe the words so verdant averse to liars |
| In the lair layers-peeling earths design |
| Later pills appeal built purple skies |
| Way uphill &still felt immersified |
| Murdered like rehearsal it hurts to find |
| While we live in the gutter they mimic each other |
| I’m gutted like fishes while fishing for love |
| And I give em the mud from my limbs like a drug |
| They’re so limited, lemon on tongue |
| Heavy lead from my lungs |
| I’m a leper these leopards left steps on my stomach |
| It’s never enough, I’m the Shepard you summoned |
| The sum of the efforts, still some are for never |
| Let everything flush because nothings forever |
| You ever just tasted your blood? |
| Maybe it’s rust |
| I’m erasing the touches you left on my skeleton breaking the trust |
| Still defacing my days, while I’m facing the flood |
| I’m a raisin in suns, raising razors to cut |
| Cut aways to the rays in the summer |
| Arrays of the thunder I’d make just to savor the suffering |
| Chasing what was, we’re all made just to fade into dust |
| Fold my limbs up like origami |
| It makes it easy to store the body |
| Humor me &my morbid hobbies |
| They’re made of carbons of course they copy |
| So they’re zombies flow to heartbeats |
| Prose McCarthy, Murakami |
| Atheist spits with form that’s godly |
| That ain’t for me G that’s for my Rottie |
| Be careful my crosshairs might come for your head |
| From here you look like a fly stuck in a web |
| I am so fabulous God in the flesh |
| I am so Lazarus summon the dead |
| I’m not one to play I, want the smoke and the hate |
| And I hope that you pray |
| Because I know that you won’t get to wake |
| And you won’t be so woke at your wake |
| I’m in my bag like Asami victims |
| Don’t say shit, who saw me vic em? |
| Tear through flesh like a Pardee picture |
| You’re scared I’m read like McCarthyism |
| Look at my scalp to see sixes aligned |
| These Judas' smile while they’re gripping a knife |
| I’m know I’m a star so I give em my light |
| We’re passing each other like ships in the night |