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conartist (rapper) - concrete jungle كلمات أغنية

this is a place where the wolves chase the lions, the baboons, the tigers. all is pitiless _ stone_hearted,based in anarchy
fool’s the desired suppliers of fuel
food feuding with sirens, don’t start it
the once inviting devolved into violence, vulgar, vicious vanity, visitin’ the village that once homed the velvet, ‘til value converted to evil
vibrations, they split into a h_llish vacation, vacatin’ the makers, creations corrupted, the abyss erupted, emerged mightier than europe did
rewind or remind ya the time ‘fore their was struggle, but peace, didn’t’ve to smuggle a feast
all brothers, no beast to each other, no trouble, we eat
but the once paradise beach turned to a _jungle, jungle, jungle_
all is deceased, mowgli scavenging through moss and the leaves. trees seem sketchy, scheming for meat
even plant life is death_minded, sapping its prey
sitting ‘nd listenin’ to the howls of pain
everything’s so battle tested, an ecosystem full of mal_aggression, egos missin’ their regulator—gone wild
the resistance turned to the oppressors —all competition, no helpin’ hands or pillars
it’s not friendly either, it’s kin is ether
nostrils gettin’ split and bleedin’, runnin’ as they go screamin’
no soft landing, it’s all hard knox, scars got scars on scars, bruh, tough
often left in solitude, not even solid food to accompany you, it’s awfully rude
manners are for the top of chain, can’t afford to be nice to game, invite ’em in, it’s tight as is, not exactly a supplement
iron sharpens, iron, not when it’s aimed at your neck with ill intent, gets rough
pent up belligerence ends in frustration, in love with annihilation, inner turmoil, complete navigation, and hip_hop’s the vehicle to express those frustrations
but it’s death driven, got your head spinnin’, bendin’ like an exercism. b_st_rdisation of the art form created to march forth and slay ’em, verbatim
manifestations of the devils acquaintances, a bait ‘nd switch to pay for sins projected onto you— the painters b_tch
a vacant canvas to depict the heinousness of the human condition, abuse its victims to misuse the writtens, a slave to approbation, behave to aquire praises, and that’s the reality of simon cowell, heidi, mel b, mandell, vigarra rationale of stardom
the others are laundry—stained with blood and tears, markin’ the hustle, the disenfranchised, the heart break, the rustlings
_it’s the concrete jungle, jungle, jungle_

- conartist rapper

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