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s.t.i.c.s – weapon of choice كلمات اغاني

since the age of young
i’ve been sentenced to writing
but until now, no echoed sound of repentance
because i’ve found through striving, that nothing, is new… under the gun

squint, hiding from the sun, blink
staring point blank down the barrel of a ballpoint pen on a blank page… run

cl!ck

enraged by the place where i aim my t.h_ink weapon with what i’ve felt pen
so i can, freely feel and free them, celebrate my freedom, feed them what i gained from treason, that contained the reasons why i stayed disbelieving to this day…
cl!ck

so dismayed, so this may compare to a thousand bare feet running that choose to bear arms
hugging they’ll be scared from the love in how we harm
from the lack of options you see, there’s a certain charm in destruction
of crooked corruption, so i’m looking to pop some, like me driving cupid riding shotgun, often
rocking, my amor with armour, seen on ceilings scr_ping clouds
they wonder what he’s feeling when he’s high…
off from the ground

paper cuts from full magazines, load up another round!
and eyes sharp, like desert eagles…
see how far we’ve come now
let me run down the list, let them stack their flaws
til’ it’s unsteady, and were ready to clap… applause
want to reign, not like confetti
let us spray on facades
let us pray in the serengeti, animalistic and psalms!

wild life, wild cards
hold hope with my palms
and craft blood letters to love, i can send your regards

loose cannon looking for his equal
can’t’ in this regard; disregard all my people, or the god
or the evil, that’s the cause
that seeks to seize the souls that aren’t ours,.

this disease, looks deceive
look to perceive through question marks
my wh_eyes ?

testify, that the step hurts
under nails _ get dirt
then push ‘em off the edge, because they’re boring us
pledge for what it’s worth
prep work for the coroners
picking up pushed up flowers, counting hours as a youth
chewed food for thought from my contem_plate
so i knew that money is the root
bigot_trees bearing fruit
can’t hang around like a noose when the stars start to shoot

but i waited
hanging on the corner of my writers block, braiding crosshairs
across. with cold feet and firearms, ranting at the moon, weep
soon we’ll be free, when we dare, dream when we’re awake…and not sleep

dodge a full e_clipse, from sheep, they’re not me
with wool over their eyes and pink lips
pink elephants, pink clouds, pink pills and pink slips!
riddle your body and riddle me this
you may reject it, but, how can you expect it not to trigger my wits?

so lets bet… gamble with your life
write insight on a hollow tip, inside a hollow wish, reluctant roulette
thoughts might spread on the parquet and the ceiling, with feelings of regret. not knowing we were next for the k!lling
not knowing we were next for the k!lling!

so, whisper are you willing to throw your eggs in one basket?
with one leg in the casket you might dig your own grave
so tell me while you’re waiting…

would you rather be a knight for satan…or serve god as a slave?
are you afraid?
to be called a va_j if you don’t c_ck back
masculinity, lost track, the problems engraved
into infinity into our dna and soon in epitaphs
enslaved by the paths by which we’re getting cash

some so engaged and soon in phoney matrimony
but they don’t own me
pour out molten lead in their heads for all their dead homies!

and put them on display
on parchment and discs played, they started this, this rage
we’re the ones kept in our chambers revolve with dangerous distaste
they’re afraid of the fists raised
we’ll keep calling it our lives, till they call it a day

no time to waste breathing embrace the remedy
o.g had (oh, jihad), a reason to fight the enemy, self
take a gander when i slay and slander
so o.g
original grammar, standard
incite riots drop giants like goliath it’s a habit…
because my rock don’t stop like david with an automatic!

face the quo of status with tools
won’t bury the ratchet, squeeze, misconceptions, fool

don’t plead
slugs like these feed on salt tears when they breed false fears

1 rule, f control
everything we write is bold
curse and cursively sign under the line so the real is retold

in spite of this spite
day and night i’ll fight
i will write at insight
and i will write at will

there’s no stopping me, we
buying time, on a shopping spree
glad to be stuck in the pen, but
never under g_lock and key

so let them be puzzled, condemning that violence occurs
but not lending a hand or a loan, while we’re muzzled with silencers
may we fend for our own, defending our homes and our honor
and i’ll scream until i can reclaim our throne

so i’m gonna down shots of canister poems
let’s flood, red blood, shed love
never met us, people of our caliber
that own their own goals, scopes and aims
so we’ll lose our minds before we lose hope, untamed

can’t swallow our sharp tongues because we’d slit out own throats
the game is but a hoax, not random
see the phantoms and ghosts
that aren’t expected to be fathomed

as the grim reaper wreaks havoc
there’s profit in death left
it’s cheaper to keep addicts and reap oil
dispose of peeps like plastic

from jobs get fired but we kick back and recoil
whips crack and damage the backs of every
average
civilized savage but we can barely manage
and we toil on this soil for status and wages that are minimized

we waited ages to surprise the enterprises
surrender disguises when we enter with an iron clutch
holding clean hands stainless to the touch

it’s time to claim this moving front and back with ease
we’re back to speak and it’s ironic how they freeze when we’re packing heat…

bust a caps lock, focus, on cash crops pouring locus
direct a magnum opus not to seize but free the moments

because i’ve seen all the tactics being deceitful is practice
axis of evil have access will seek you, and lead to
capital backlashes
because they have an inert ability to lie about your assets

so imagine dragons breath breathing down your neck
free_lance a lot reflect on the answers that you get!

soon and faster we got wounds to plaster, promises to keep
so we can be our own masters…

…so we can be our own masters
and i’ll gladly, use, my piece

i will… use
my
peace

- s t i c s

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