mars kumari - weight of the world (feat. dälek, lucas abela) lyrics
verse 1:
dispatches from the darkest recesses
received intermittent transmission
shortwave radio
shorthand planned as code
foreboding sense that all of this been fleeting or told
bobbing and weaving against torrential tirades
as last bastions of intelligencia migrate
recurring migraines
no need to hydrate this severely dry wit
they insist we have so much in common
but they just common
and honestly? aint. it
shift uncomfortably in social settings
when do we begin the blood letting?
no sense in vetting a guest list that’s forever nill
for real … most comfortable still in sp_rs_ly lit rooms
consumed in thoughts that echoed off walls eternal
we reverberation of generations that breathe within these verbals
culture kept internal
only meant for those within our circle
somehow trust been compromised
dust settled now the design was optimized
colonizers fear the colonized
the fool’s gold they stole, oxidized
never realized the true treasure lies within the blood they spilt and ostracized
the true treasure lies within the blood they spilt and ostracized
the true treasure lies within the blood they spilt and ostracized
the true treasure lies within the blood they spilt and ostracized
the true treasure lies within the blood they spilt
verse 2:
been demonized for a quarter century
revised charts
align stars but we still off course
contrived bars’ll sound forced
these flow with complexity of cardiovascular system
inherit wisdom synced to simplistic rhythm
spitting truth was a given
inner visions came to fruition
i f_cks wit the handful that listened
found my tribe to survive a joyless division
redefined our traditions
weight of the world only made my backbone stiffen
out lasted the b_st_rds that lacked ambition
let me stop:
the flowers are for the florists
these sonics is for the rawest
fathered this sh_t like osiris did horus
fathered this sh_t like osiris did horus
the true treasure lies within the blood they spilt and ostracized (repeat)
verse 3:
808s in august announced the next
mic cords like umbilicals wrapped around they necks
these connects mad subliminal and too complex
forced to provide breadcrumbs that some digest
this rap so we forced to guess who dies next
they taking headshots now so f_ck that vest
violence begets violence, remain unimpressed
there’s no end of my world, but i digress
cyclical. it’s all cyclical
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