3'46 chords and lyrics - DÄLEK

Lời & hợp âm

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[Verse 1]
1. Our slaughter [Em]lies
in drinking
malts and not the porters
This ordinary revolutionary lived and
fought that modern Malay
Mainstay in mainstream,
but swam upriver full steam
With no liver
[Dm]Hard to figure,
logistics and logic entangled
Mangled figures in shadows
pose no threats
[Em]This interlude escapes me,
kept my tongue wet
Daily variation varies on technique
one [C]speaks
d?k dead verse no re[Em]hearse
when two [Em]meet
Magnetic poles read like dead
sea scrolls
Competish got beat like Rick did Lucy
In sky with diamonds,
Kept in army jacket lining
[Dm]Sense what that facial
structure's hiding
Shifty eyes shift like the sands of time,
Eternal.
Reaching for that [Em]dagger in their boot
Or their burner.
Urban turmoil got me coiled like cobra,
Never sober.
My soma thrown off the cliffs
of [D]Dover.[Em]
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3 rocks blessed before them [D]hit the floor
Took the bottle to the chest, til the head said,
""No more!""
[Em]Pleasures of a man who's poor.
[D]Revel in the pain I en[Em]dure[Dm]
[Em]2.
Known to utter ramblings of
winos off of straight head
Young poor and hated,
a darker shade kid.
Caught them eye sores, mad jaded
Kept my vocals gated
Recessive traits emerge
when resting on crates
[Dm]Sip ping ancient grapes,
altering mind states
This life on crumbled papes
of a street poet
kickin gutter [Em]poems, at 8 ohms
Unbalanced chrome speaks
my misery
Forgotten history through modern griot
These kids don't rock,
speaking on what they have- not.
Swore to God they hot like
them weed spots
And quick to pull that glock
But where those skills they got?
Where's my [D]culture?
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3 rocks [Dm]blessed be[Em]fore
them hit the floor
Took the bottle to the chest, til the head said,
[Dm]""No [D]more!""
Pleasures of a man who's poor.
Revel in [Em]the pain I endure
3.
Transformation of norm to higher apex
Truth got stretched like latex
Their concern now lay on
paychecks
Outer lobes got [C]annexed,
Dramas play like Hamlet,
[C]on mod[Em]ern stage.
This script to ears fall vague.
Now [Dm]look this mess you made
Caused me to invade type
Christian on crusade
Should do you in like Cain did [Em]Able
And render you disabled
Should wrap this mic cable
round your vertebrae
Till your vocal's strained
Some say I'm deranged
I ate the paint chips off the window pane,
Just to dull the pain

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