Paul Marz - Dust текст песни

feat. Freeway

Turn back to the earth

[Hook]
We made of dust, turn back to the earth
For better or worse, until we laying in the hearse
But I like when it hurts, from the pain I emmerge
I gain, I sustain, and remain, that's my word

I'm on another temp, I fell from the mothership
Scream on a sunny day, nigga start thundering
Lightning quick, I strike, here I come again
Damn right I'm the real deal, stop wondering
I used to reminiscing wanna be young again
But now I'm numb as shit, focused on conquering
Not adrenaline, the right amount of confidence
And I don't brag, nah, I ain't on that cocky shit
I'm quite the opposite, I start the apocalypse
Top on this, never flow away too monstruous
I lift an obelisk straight out the continent
Raw, my contact requires more compliment
Harmonious with that spit way too dominant
Burried in the pyramid, rise from the sarcophagus
Live to the fullest, till I die like the prophets did
Never stoppin, now constant prosper

[Hook]
We made of dust, turn back to the earth
For better or worse, until we laying in the hearse
But I like when it hurts, from the pain I emmerge
I gain, I sustain, and remain, that's my word
We made of dust, turn back to the earth
For better or worse, until we laying in the hearse

But I like when it hurts, from the pain I emmerge
I gain, I sustain, and remain, that's my word

Vivid, lyrical terrorist, split arm barrier
Emcees that need other emcees to carry them
Swiss cheese they dericle,
Thin c's, they area
The .44 will put em lower like marion
Bar, barbarian, move like bitch my bricks are aerian
Y'all not hearin them, bulletproof everything
Locks protect my niggas, not ...
You live barians, y'all read various books the shit dangerous
Shouldn't try to gamble with crooks cause we famous
Came with the bangers, let off the stainless and leave you brainless
Sully free and you know who this gang is
The team early, and you better be early with the payments
Cause I'm the landlord, I'm mister frolly with the choppa
Skip the doctors, send you niggas to the dirt with a grey...

[Hook]
We made of dust, turn back to the earth
For better or worse, until we laying in the hearse
But I like when it hurts, from the pain I emmerge
I gain, I sustain, and remain, that's my word
We made of dust, turn back to the earth
For better or worse, until we laying in the hearse
But I like when it hurts, from the pain I emmerge
I gain, I sustain, and remain, that's my word.