Three Rocks Blessed

[Verse 1]

I slaughter 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

Hard to figure, logistics and logic entangled

Mangled figures in shadows pose no threats

This interlude escapes me, kept my tongue wet

Daily variation varies on technique one speaks

Dälek dead verse no rehearse when two meet

Magnetic poles read like dead sea scrolls

Competish' got beat like Rick did Lucy

In sky with diamonds, kept in army jacket lining

Sense what that facial structure's hiding

Shifty eyes shift like the sands of time; eternal

Reaching for that dagger in their boot, and their burner

Urban turmoil got me coiled like cobra, never sober

My soma thrown off the cliffs of dover

[Hook]

Three rocks blessed before them hit the floor

Took the bottle to the chest, till the head said "no more"

Pleasures of a man who's poor

Revel in the pain I endure

[Verse 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

Sipping ancient grapes, altering mindstates

This life on crumbled papes of a street poet

Kicking gutter 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 culture?

[Hook]

Three rocks blessed before them hit the floor

Took the bottle to the chest, till the head said "no more"

Pleasures of a man who's poor

Revel in the pain I endure

[Verse 3]

Transformation from norm to higher apex

Truth got stretched like latex

Their concern now lay on paychecks

Outer lobes got annexed, dramas play like hamlet

On modern stage, this script to ears fall vague

Now look this mess you made

Caused me to invade type Christian on crusade

Should do you in like Cain

Did Abel, 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 paintchips off my window pane

Just to dull the pain. I must maintain