Chamber music, fully suited
tuxedoed down with sound, refined, straight from the mind
block walker, shot caller, and cops got the drop on ya
in the city with that hip-hop aura
as the buildings crowd around you like co-conspirators
95 storeys high, we’re living a miracle
we rushed the staircases, elevators to the top floor
double-locked door so we waited, breath bated
six hard kicks then it gave in
on the rooftop with a boombox, yelling like we made it
but we ain’t no closer to God, we’re just a lot closer to smog
chasing a mirage
some kind of façade that we feed firewood and this is for the lives I took
16-bar rhyme, fuck a hook
Malkovich Man on the run like Afghanistan, back ‘em down man.
credits
from BANKRUPTCY,
released March 16, 2009
produced by Badtouch