40 Furrows

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Hopped up, beast in the veins, and when it courses through
 He's liable to get at you something awful
 Push up on a posse like "you prolly a product of something, too"
 But of course, obstacle the whole line could run through
 Fire breather like he's swallowing bottles of paraffin
 Peregrine clutch on the cup, shootin' a pair of them
 Love hustler, pash pusher – penny-a-peck
 The effect blocked and set the scene at Virginia Tech
 Ripple rocked water craft – helluva wake
 Now it's either orders or oars taken from the head of state
 Stay deliberating probable cause for allegation
 We're rowing, they're steady posturing to keep their backs straightened
 No doubt, baby – varsity crew
 Steer the vessel over top of the swell and dock boon
 Proper swoon unit, group and do work; usurp swagger lords
 Lip servicing, you're sayin' shit with the jabber jaws
 Love how you're suckin' down the back catalog
 Yeah, the money moves slow, but it's plenty room to grow
 Notice the glow – they're rollin' in with Tennyson brigades
 To collect tithe – slide your ten percent in the plate
 Gotta spend to save, double-up – stackin' the odds
 Apply your cosmetics, baby – get attractive for God
 And if the rapture don't come, cousin, then pass the guns
 I burn 'em for the return of my investment funds
 Trouble jumpin' on – I saw when the chariot swung low
 And I blinked but, I think I caught a glimpse of Seung Cho
 Unsho' if even one'll go or if I wanna know
 Hail a yellow cab to carry me back home – the bungalow
 Shanty complex and the resolution is simple
 Turn the temple into condos and sell bottled water
 I aint bothered over nothin', the covenant's up in Gotham
 With a wonderful underabundance of love, it's a problem
 For city staff, take it to the magistrate
 From an early age, I played with matches, mate
 Charred world of waste, pray I make it to the holy gates
 Spent my last days askin' for lights, cravin' the burley taste
 Kentuck' your jewelry, your crucifix is proven to be fool's gold
 Now I'mma show you how to use it to plow rows
 Synonymous are worship and work
 Prostrate and put your face in the dirt (like this)...
 

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Duration
01:57
Key
9
Tempo
178 BPM

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