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mood cru - liza's bastards كلمات الأغنية

[moud-e and kaydus]

tired as a tire doin skids, stainless kids with chains and whips
switch power ta devoua ya wit, heh, ain’t this the hour i quip
lip, rippin scabs off a pair of b-tch, t-ts take a risk going bra-less
paulson’s bobbin’ outta dirt when we call-him ahab’s opus

[handamonium]

blue peter sailed, but we waffle now. fast breaks
shakin’ bacon, once i fried the thot sow
see she snowballed, started orson but we orwelled
too much tongue, stuffed the eggs, know i fathered the smell

[handamonium and moud-e]

uh, felons fingered adam, elohim like a sacrifice to quell him
was it worth the bellum? toss gauss on flops, who mops god when he is fraught
guess he’s purgin’ the herds, upsurge upskirts gotta be learned, absurd
ruptured, snappin’ in turn, wrappin the noose until we feel the yearn, what?

[kaydus]

thought i was out, ain’t know exodus from doubt
dosed the pestilence of faust from the bowels of hallow ground
shallow facets of old bastions, had’im laughin at parn-ssus
hung a jester for in action left me gaspin’ over bat sh-t

[kaydus and handamonium]

we’re set parked but they think they’re p-ssin’, crashin’
a lapse in traction amongst my actions
skip the factions and just gl-ss ‘em
lookin’ to the hatter for fashion
crooked sky lines aligned to the brim
so we
enlightened by ciphers at the whim of a djinn, i see
b-st-rds blowin’ smoke, parting pillows of zen, the men
sparkin’ rellos yet again, i fend. then again

[moud-e]

uh, pendulum rems rent wraiths to efface and blend for hems
i dreamt, of a sp-ce reclined on backs of a turtle floatin to the outer brims
we wept, ink taste like bloodied eloquence of a time forgone with bliss
i lept, off every torn page of a book that grinds your mind lest you forget

[all]

never mind the bedrock. hack it stack it you’d be jerkin’ off the tick tocks
picked locks as a cat without the elder rocks, cryin crier ride the lyre right until the beat stops
dawn creeps on at the heel of a haunt, cross meek mobs meet the end of a swamp
a romp-stomp, p-wned glomps for the stick of it, thicker trips, kicker is we gobbled in a giggle fit
little bits in remiss of the reticent, edison edifying nothing but the devil’s sent
genesis inside malevolence. on the bluff, i’m reveling. given in, we upend reammend
but we been. can ya keep grinnin’? tell the djinn we gettin wicked with the linen
who be gettin’ livid from addiction to the missin

- mood cru

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