Sound Of Rum - Rumba | Текст песни

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I've tried to get these lyrics down, some of the words I have just put down what it sounds like Kate is saying.

I’ll be me, you be you, be the true you, I can see straight through you.
I’ll be me now but you be you, be the true you, I can see straight through you.
Take the mask off.

I pushed bullet I was marchless, speed rap, eat prose, hear and scream when the breeze blows, drink flow, clutch sight, touch mic, taste vision, success into antigony’s tradition.
London born, bred, raised, London’s in my guts. London is a savage place full of strangers, it’s too abrupt, it’s too immediate and it’s too sprawling but London is as London does and I hear London calling.
And I’ve got to reply, creep his chicks at night, I’m like you can be assigned to what we beat or twice, I live to eat the mics. I replaced it just for spittin’ bars and skippin’ class to walk a little further down a different path. All my friends were hittin’ bars, sniffin’ palms, getting ripped apart, nicking cars, con and playing living large.
I was on top of a mountain screaming dreams into existence, watch the city life from a distance.

Both eyes fixed on a darkening sky, harder I try, larger my prize, faster I fly, faster I fall, bare faced in your masquerade ball, bare faced in the masquerade – repeat

I carve lyrics into cubicle doors like they were pyramid walls and these were hieroglyphs, old mics with their iron fists, mind is a storm, rhymes and their eyeing it, evil in the world but I’m peaceful In spite of it. Snakes never understood the way that lions live, hear wisdom is the words that fall like rain falls from dying lips, I waste a lot of time getting high but look. I wore my bones dry trying to climb the cliffs of knowledge. I heard that if you wanna rap, ok, you’ve got to read, I read Shakespeare, Beckett, Blake, Sophocleas, ancient mythology, eastern philosophy, got stained glass panels for eyes where the apostles breath. So come on do what you can, do what you must. In these times they make me leave so much that we can trust. Vanity and narciss ascend upon us like the top of me, I’m down here in the fire pit dancing through the dust.

Both eyes fixed on a darkening sky, harder I try, larger my prize, faster I fly, faster I fall, bare faced in your masquerade ball, bare faced in the masquerade – repeat

I speak with the same tongue that most poets spoke with, whiplash a sequence of words into an opress. Hope is a concept, alien to hopeless, folks with the complex and the failure to focus. Post out my pockets and my person nearly fractured, like postmodern texts where the chapters go backwards. Rope burned my hands and foot soles, and I looked prose dead in the eye, she had thick brows and a hooked nose and she made this reply when I asked her why this shit is described as getting published by the far school flourish in the express of the artform and nourish the artful and she’s like-
Only – in darkness – are stars – boooooooooooooooom

Both eyes fixed on a darkening sky, harder I try, larger my prize, faster I fly, faster I fall, bare faced in your masquerade ball, bare faced in the masquerade.
Both eyes fixed on a darkening sky, harder I try, larger my prize, faster I fly, faster I fall, peace making never started no brawl and if I did it was a small one, and hardly at all, bare faced in the masquerade.

I’ll be me, you be you, but be the true you believe me I see straight through you, yeah, bare faced. Both eyes fixed on a darkening sky (more murmuring)

I pushed bullet I was marchless, speed rap, eat prose, hear and scream when the breeze blows, drink flow, clutch sight, touch mic, taste vision, success into antigony’s tradition.
London born, bred, raised, London’s in my guts. London is a savage place full of strangers, it’s too abrupt, it’s too immediate and it’s too sprawling but London is as London does

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