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lirik lagu cenospecies - downtown pirates and playgrounds

[intro]
ah, f~ck

up on the walls, gettin’ up in bathroom stalls
the cops always got done, gave us a call
caught in the chase to get famous
though remainin’ faceless
cheers to the writers ‘cuz we know what’cha name is

[verse i: [?]]
verses of the hermits who work on four letter words
even when my characters get censored
lurk with brands in hand
not that in fasion, the magic markers and cans
set paper scribes, script the facts in
the bible, the rap, the city
fat caps got mineapp and st. paul covered, literally
we drew the map, the writings on the wall
it may be hard to read, it’s easier to see style, so underline meaning
fame throw us, arm like famethrowers
yeah we saw us and let’s get it, a [?] great to show for
practicin’, writin’ chapters in black books to chart advancement
thank goodness i’m no longer wack, we all banned plastic
i, for one, i draw up schematics
love ‘ya fancy explosive mechanics, too revolutionary to patent (explosive)
so i add a one, just to let you know (let ’em know what?)
that i’ll never be subtracted or added
[verse ii: p.o.s]
pushin’ pilots, not whips
black paint, thick drips
huffin’ fumes, feelin’ silly with the tingling lips
the heart skip when the ship just sailed, and, uh
shut the chip when your ass goes to jail, but i
never snitch, just do what’cha gotta do
those who fight in church sh~t in their own [?]
f~ck it, grab two cans of cap and bomb it all
always read the writings on the wall

[chorus: p.o.s & [?]]
from the walls, gettin’ up in bathroom stalls
the cops always got done, gave us a call
caught in the chase to get famous
though remainin’ faceless
cheers to the writers ‘cuz we know what’cha name is

[verse iii: [?]]
that’s what i ain’t quippin’, you don’t p~ss when i reply
a secret ain’t a secret if ‘ya speak it
here’s a hint
i bust, i’m with bases
like a cop, breakin’
slap notes on harder than hands across ho~rs~ faces
the town, red sprayin’ vapor that’ll make me red in the face when i wet the bed at thirty a.m
man, i couldn’t give it up even if i knew which [?] to take
give it day to day in the a.m
[verse iiii: p.o.s]
we can live a little, in the middle of the nighttime
we can demand small pieces of the skyline
pushin’ past the law for a fraction of fame
if you remain unseen, i’ll remember ‘ya name
let me explain
some for art, some for crime, some for politic
some are simple bombs, some just flash like empty bic’s
but yo, when lookin’ at them rooftops, don’t stop thinkin’ bout the work
some kids don’t even try
but those who do hit the billboards, freight trains, freeways
see this sh~t and life sucks, die, i
never tire of this sh~t, but h~ll
some of these writers might as well tag with tell
don’t misunderstand, sh~t just gets so out of hand
fourty people writin’ scam, everyone thinks he’s the man
i respect all writers, traditional or odd
got more new york fast than the boys with terror squad

[chorus: p.o.s & [?]]
up on the walls, gettin’ up in bathroom stalls
the cops always got done, gave us a call
caught in the chase to get famous
though remainin’ faceless
cheers to the writers ‘cuz we know what’cha name is
up on the walls, gettin’ up in bathroom stalls
the cops always got done, gave us a call
caught in the chase to get famous
though remainin’ faceless
cheers to the writers ‘cuz we know what’cha name is

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