Bolt Thrower

Yeah
Yeah
Yuh
The defamation cause states the god had a sixth sense
The intent
Scorched to the bone like an incense
It's a god damn shame you arrived at the last five seconds
Never break bread with a punch drunk diva
Damn, it was all love
Now we play the odds, I had to get it back in blood
All my souls, swear these hoes just like me
Pissin' in the wind
How the story bends
It can never be the same, free that nigga Pooh Shiesty
The last prizefight will push
Buckets through the fourth wall
Bless 'em all with a full
Rolodex of roses
Spike, intertwined with a slice of the tough love
Our mamas used to give us
Niggas pullin' up with they shirts tucked
The terms got some updated conditions
A mantis in the key igniton
Big Scorpio energy got you cut down to a spigot
The silence of oppressed niggas
Smokin' dope with a couple loose bigots
The tape couldn't capture five-trillion minutes in the way
Then play it back and make sense
Stash the evidence amongst the carbon copies
It was reticent, the black man came with a specialty
It was evident, the truth left you with dilated pupils
You couldn't even peep the evidence
It was severin'
Shit tear up your soul
Lookin' froze through your decomposed vessel
Mess hall politic, crocodile tears for years
Got these niggas with they chest all out and shit
Dramatized model shit
Bitch ass niggas need to take it back to posterin'
At the audition
Play this shit louder 'till the fuck niggas hear it
Tryna take it back and copy digits
New division, velcro science
Steel-toed iron for the long walk deeper to the destitute horizon
In time scripture, drilled in the form of braille
Still reads like an abstract picture
Y'all can't kill us, you hatin' niggas got a cortisol build up
Blockin' any blessings that the god had left for ya
Black phantom in the south wing for six seasons
Please believe every dart that I send reachin'
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Writer(s): Matthew Walz, Wilbert Mays
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