Текст (слова) песни: Aesop Rock - Dead Pan

This be the dawning of the age of dead water
Stitchin every b-boy fragment
Somebody live enough to bust through the belly with a fist up
This is a right now generation murdered by the fan base
This is adored by the writers-Dead water
With a still force activated
No I`m not feelin alright

Formed by the village of badness and bad karma
Punched by the stagnant water gate threw the fickle back
But by the window`s still three nickels in a piggy bank
Caught her with her head up funny stomach from the hunger pains
Flashed automatic b-boy with big visions
In a matchbox apartment adjacent a crooked starship
Who better nation a million`s the only remedy
Nine dizzy planets with a bullet riding centerpiece
Take Me Through The Gates
I`m bout as sick of burning find the hottest slacker in a visionary costume
Con artist kamikaze conduct
Warm for a second to the minute he whored herself to disaster
I recognize the cankers by the mechanical stagger
As opposed to the skip of big brother bad slapper
Theologies who need to keep the cookies caffeinated
like a mad hatter that`ll sleep now, ask after
Calibrate the happy scale when he`s soakin
wet with a mouthful of dead ideas and see if it tipped zero
Stripped ego, tall stories of broad glory
I`ll be god while you`re still living life on a full 40
Or maybe I`ll be gramacin, homes poor, broke and lonely
Hidden by my billygoat beard and cardboard monstrosity
I drink a bad glass of gumption
Not bad meaning bad, but bad meaning disgusting
Wildchild activater activate sludge enough to dungeon for a accolade and wild ones
I committed wild murder, went through the city
with a wild merger, woke up in a wildstyle burner
Space case, boom box, hate tapes, no lemonade breaks (sweat), no cheddar in labor days
Right now, im here to break a point of big system plus my screen
I was never cursed in a russmeyer bixon
Spit sob stories to confront my dick addictions
Of the dirty basement at the graves of Salem witches
Driving my stake through the face of painstaking business (checkmate)
But I scream Misery (better breath take)
Out of sleep, lifted up lobotomy, little Jackie paper
and a magic dragon sack of dirty shrubbery
I`ll be the ugliest version of paranoia
kingpin set in motion by the secondhand pressure
Some get excited when the sun folds under
Some get excited when the summer hits the pavement
Some get excited when the bullet hits bone and a board
I`ll escape through the train yard and sleep till it`s broken

[same old]

This be the settling of debt of warm water
A mobile b-boy function
Somebody mad enough to cut apart the curtain with a fist up
This is the dagger in the 88 magnificent memorial
This is the heater to a movement-dead water
When I broke fifth and got sparks
No I`m not feelin alright

This be the windshear dodgin dead water
Solitary b-boy wonder
Somebody fresh enough to reinvent the court with a fist up
This is the funky outline around a classic breakbeat
This is an agitated moment-dead water
With a burnt future, beaten, ugly
No I`m not feelin` alright

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Aesop Rock - Dead Pan This be the dawning of the age of dead water Stitchin every b-boy fragment Somebody live enough to bust through the belly with a fist up This is a right now generation murdered by the fan base This is adored by the writers-Dead water With a still force activated No I`m not feelin alright Formed by the village of badness and bad karma Punched by the stagnant water gate threw the fickle back But by the window`s still three nickels in a piggy bank Caught her with her head up funny stomach from the hunger pains Flashed automatic b-boy with big visions In a matchbox apartment adjacent a crooked starship Who better nation a million`s the only remedy Nine dizzy planets with a bullet riding centerpiece Take Me Through The Gates I`m bout as sick of burning find the hottest slacker in a visionary costume Con artist kamikaze conduct Warm for a second to the minute he whored herself to disaster I recognize the cankers by the mechanical stagger As opposed to the skip of big brother bad slapper Theologies who need to keep the cookies caffeinated like a mad hatter that`ll sleep now, ask after Calibrate the happy scale when he`s soakin wet with a mouthful of dead ideas and see if it tipped zero Stripped ego, tall stories of broad glory I`ll be god while you`re still living life on a full 40 Or maybe I`ll be gramacin, homes poor, broke and lonely Hidden by my billygoat beard and cardboard monstrosity I drink a bad glass of gumption Not bad meaning bad, but bad meaning disgusting Wildchild activater activate sludge enough to dungeon for a accolade and wild ones I committed wild murder, went through the city with a wild merger, woke up in a wildstyle burner Space case, boom box, hate tapes, no lemonade breaks (sweat), no cheddar in labor days Right now, im here to break a point of big system plus my screen I was never cursed in a russmeyer bixon Spit sob stories to confront my dick addictions Of the dirty basement at the graves of Salem witches Driving my stake through the face of painstaking business (checkmate) But I scream Misery (better breath take) Out of sleep, lifted up lobotomy, little Jackie paper and a magic dragon sack of dirty shrubbery I`ll be the ugliest version of paranoia kingpin set in motion by the secondhand pressure Some get excited when the sun folds under Some get excited when the summer hits the pavement Some get excited when the bullet hits bone and a board I`ll escape through the train yard and sleep till it`s broken [same old] This be the settling of debt of warm water A mobile b-boy function Somebody mad enough to cut apart the curtain with a fist up This is the dagger in the 88 magnificent memorial This is the heater to a movement-dead water When I broke fifth and got sparks No I`m not feelin alright This be the windshear dodgin dead water Solitary b-boy wonder Somebody fresh enough to reinvent the court with a fist up This is the funky outline around a classic breakbeat This is an agitated moment-dead water With a burnt future, beaten, ugly No I`m not feelin` alright Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Dead Pan: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/100/1/8402.html Все тексты песен: Aesop Rock » Aesop Rock - Same Space » Aesop Rock - Water » Aesop Rock - The Tugboat Complex Pt. 3 » Aesop Rock - Shere Kahn » Aesop Rock - 9-5ers Anthem » Aesop Rock - Inside Out Vol. 1 Compilation » Aesop Rock - Abandon All Hope » Aesop Rock - 89.9FM Nighttrain Promo » Aesop Rock - Float » Aesop Rock - No Regrets » Aesop Rock - Dead Pan » Aesop Rock - 1,000 Deaths » Aesop Rock - Daylight » Aesop Rock - Babies with Guns » Aesop Rock - The Greatest Pac-Man Victory in History » Aesop Rock - Appleseed » Aesop Rock - Coma 12" » Aesop Rock - I`ll Be Ok » Aesop Rock - Dryspell » Aesop Rock - Labor Days Рекомендуем скачать: » Геннадий Жуков - К антропоморфному надгробию » Григорий Бронштейн - Как да по морюшку по синему... » Гражданская оборона, ГрОб - Бога нет » Григорий Дикштейн - Пока везет возок удачи... » Геннадий Чугуев - Подполковник Военком... » Гера Грач - Северная История » Григорий Дикштейн - Небезгрешно, дружище, желанье запретного плода... » Гражданская оборона, ГрОб - Про зерна, факел и песок » Геннадий Васильев - Прощание с Норильском » Георгий Дубенецкий - Клуб Альпиндустрия » Галина Айзендорф, Петр Давыдов - Завтрашняя девочка » Галина Брусницына - Воробышек » Гражданская Оборона - Вселенская большая любовь » Гагин Виктор - Витенька » Геннадий Жуков - Моралисты » Гладков Георгий - Советы Тристана » Геннадий Васильев - Колыбельная в пятницу » Гиви Чрелашвили - Чертополох » Голубые береты - Нам с тобой, братан » Глеб Агафонов - Сиама
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