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the dishonest few - mics all live كلمات الأغنية

[intro: henry bowers]
uh, henry bowers, prop dylan, for the sake of dishonesty

[verse 1: prop dylan]
blindfolded cigarettes _ knights around the table
mics all live _ we got the hand who rock the cradle unstable
i’m sk!lled in the good old ungrateful
rap life’s fatal _ life is better on a payroll
there’s no place for hate _ nah that’s why they word us up
we’re unf_ckwithable _ like money out of dirty drugs
the unworthy collaborating _ now they’ve heard of us
f_ck a red carpet _ they get rolled up in persian rugs
i’m determined _ f_ck a sermon _ now the battle’s on
you will get touched _ like red b_ttons and atom bombs
the black magic wand rap slash alchemy
holdin’ a malcolm x uzi _ shootin’ out the balcony
my rap strategies blastin’ off iller
they’re trapped in a trend _ no natural born spitters
if i end up as a grammy award winner
opportunity knocks just to hand ‘em the long finger

[chorus: prop dylan, henry bowers & scratch]
no matter the fight we can’t lose
mics all live _ the righteous stand true
when the time comes _ the light will have truth
for the blind and the sight is brand new
“not a lost soul who fought for fools gold
shine like a diamond in the true state of coal”
yo _ no matter the fight we can’t lose
mics all live _ the righteous stand true
[verse 2: henry bowers]
guess calamity just had to be my natural state
dropped the boulder from my shoulder _ sick of carrying weight
i gave it an honest shot but failed in every test
found myself a calm spot where i laid my head to rest
then i rose from the ashes of a cremated dream state
now i seem to have a demon as my team mate
you see this fire in my iris?
i just open up my eyelids and i’m leavin’ no survivors
pest control _ now the vermin is certainly
permanently exterminated for all eternity
ain’t bitter just never considered failure an option
i wrenched out their gold plated nail from my coffin
back from the dead _ already better than any contender
ready for whatever _ i’m a predator with a vendetta
whatever happened to your competitive energy
i’m guessin’ the hennessy has a sedative tendency

visualizin’ the cityscape _ i’m into hate
i want my fifteen minutes of fame and not a minute late
these other villains’ beginners _ they’re real sloppy
that’s why i stick ’em the long finger like bill cosby

sick of all despicable pickles people complain about
i stick ‘em all on poles and show ‘em what true pain’s about
make ‘em shout in agony happily ever after
‘cause now they know the meaning of tragedy and disaster

rappers wanna battle but i hang ’em in the rafters
abra and kadabra _ got the magic for the lacquer
i’m frank like sinatra _ writin’ a new chapter
the new school leaders defined as the true master

[chorus: prop dylan, henry bowers & scratch]
“not a lost soul who fought for fools gold
shine like a diamond in the true state of coal”
yo _ no matter the fight we can’t lose
mics all live _ the righteous stand true

- the dishonest few

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