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lirik lagu oneson clang – occupied

sl!ck kicks like i gone bowlin
spit sick like lamonte coleman
misfit, no rock showmen
i trip strips till i’m all knowin’
sl!ck rick, with that art of story
vision is strictly auditory
go rounds for these haughty hordes
its about to get cod: zombie gory (uh)
flip the switch on that wunderwaffe
hit the trig and let the thunder shock ya (ay)
since y’all kids live by the book
ima outcl-ss you with a bunsen on ya (woh)
all inside of my head (ay)
occupied with my lead (okay)
suicidal i’m dead, no way
went homicidal instead (oj)
gloved up, i’m surgical with it
f-cked up, i got a terminal sickness
nuts enough to draw a circular image
i just bust for my personal interest
flow dope, river phoenix
direct hit like intravenous
people mad cus i really mean this
i’m too quick to be an inconvenience
loose soul with that tope tint
see me glow with that scope glint
been lost with no dope scent
i was roped in till that rope went
mint lines, no dental floss with me
inside i got the best philosophy
honestly i just walk the streets to get doggie treats
like diogenes (that’s right)
i don’t got no chicks on their knees
i would rather just mind my p’s
and q’s, those are my qualities
to live life happy and drama free (free)
f-ck a significant other (other)
skinny kid never had lovers (lovers)
ostracized by all people
chillin’ with singers and drummers

all inside of my head (ay)
occupied with my lead (okay)
suicidal i’m dead, no way
went homicidal instead (oj)
all inside of my head (ay)
occupied with my lead (okay)
suicidal i’m dead, no way
went homicidal instead (oj)

i’m celibate and i still freak it
my element is that spill leakin’
i’m eloquent with that ill speakin’
i’m ketamine with no pill tweakin’
i see all… you tunnel vision
recall when i’m done with spittin’
i’m one in a mill, you run of the mill
my mind-state stays unrestricted
ride around in that black ac
got 2 doors on that hatch back
freestylin’ to a rap track
but don’t ever claim that i’m backpack
call the weed bag a napsack
cus it’ll knock you out like it’s cool j’s mom
funny how it’s called canibus
ayo maybe i made sense all along
stop the bullsh-t… please be calm
never pull tres like cd rom
sneakin round like a peeping tom
but i’m jesus dog, here’s a bc psalm
long dough, no stromboli
don’t talk low if you do not know me
solitary, never got lonely
i won’t chill if we’re not homies
alias…. name is name
f-ck the shine, because fame is lame
i’m enjoying that day to day
that same ol same and i’m a-ok
grind hard and don’t take a break
spit my bars for those weymouth greats
day ones will escape this place
they make a break without an 808

- lirik lagu oneson clang

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