Kris Amerikos - Beast [Крис Америкос aka The Rhapsodist] {prod. Old Home Music} (Екатеринбург, Россия - 2012) | Текст песни

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• Kris Amerikos
• Beast [Крис Америкос aka The Rhapsodist] {prod. Old Home Music} (Екатеринбург, Россия - 2012)

Look into my eyes, you'll see a beast
Still hoping that you might see me at least
In this time of war, what we need is peace
No piece, then you're likely to be deceased

Lord forgive me for my sins, if I see a priest I can't confess
Cause I gotta keep my code of secrecy
That means I dont speak, not even to those who sleep with me
Not even to my lawyer, though he does try vehemently
I'm the guy they pointed at when they asked who was responsible
The theory was implausible, but anyways, was possible
Yeah it's true I'm ill down to each and every molecule
But problems such as these, often aren't legally soluble
Council may advise me to refrain from using language which
Governmental agencies may use to entangle Chris
But this ain't the first time, so I think I've got the hang of it
I know I've got two options, two ways to get away with it
The first option is pay, I mean who doesn't wanna bribe
It's like this day and age the only thing to talk about is price
The second way is fight, for me you see this way is right
So when you see me in the box, remember why I gave my life

Look into my eyes, you'll see a beast
Still hoping that you might see me at least
In this time of war, what we need is peace
No piece, then you're likely to be deceased
Look into my eyes, you'll see a beast
Still hoping that you might see me at least
In this time of war, what we need is peace
No piece, then you're likely to be deceased

Never been sentimental, I never had a mental grip
I only saved a little bit, and each and every cent I spent
They gave me a pencil, my only piece of paper ripped
I took it as a symbol and I taught myself the way to spit
Cell number seven, for a couple weeks I laid my head
Did my push-ups, wrote my rhymes, sometimes even made my bed
People all around me, tell me join us or else you'll be dead
Speaking sign language, but they still heard every word I said
To fill my position, you cant submit an application
Lacerations like a resume without no fabrication
Take each track I write, use your own imagination
If you cant relate, all I ask you for is admiration
Salutations when I walk the street, but I see how you hating
Now you wait, evaluating, trying to make some accusations
Maturation's what you lack, the result is aggravation
Aspirations move me forward, while you practice masterbation

Look into my eyes, you'll see a beast
Still hoping that you might see me at least
In this time of war, what we need is peace
No piece, then you're likely to be deceased
Look into my eyes, you'll see a beast
Still hoping that you might see me at least
In this time of war, what we need is peace
No piece, then you're likely to be deceased