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babel - curly castro lyrics

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[chorus]
it’s all high, who you know son, how you get in
it’s all high, who you know son, and how was the trend
it’s all high, who you know son, how you get in
it’s all high, who you know son, and how was the trend

[verse 1: defcee]
snow beach sand on my ‘lo goose. my militia so droneproof
the power of ra in this talisman gon make your abdomen look like an open roof
ask round bout what def think. your chain reaction get dead links
i’m ini kamoze-meets-moses: hotsteppin on faces in red sinks

beat em down with the collection plate. hope jesus can be on they copay list
still donate both of their lungs to myself and use em to practice a coltrane riff
house of representatives got felons, weapons unregistered
tell your favorite senators my knuckles affluenza cures

break the bones of these rick snyders, from their pinky toes to their incisors
while these blog rappers is bragging bout their ambitions as d-ckriders
quiet as a slaughterhouse. subtle as a phone tap. king of your city? why the fuzz didn’t know that?
huddle full of borats fuckin with them c-ke packs, cuttin up a dope sack cuddlin with kojacks

[chorus]
it’s all high, who you know son, how you get in
it’s all high, who you know son, and how was the trend
it’s all high, who you know son, how you get in
it’s all high, who you know son, and how was the trend

[verse 2: collosoul structure]
got no time for freedom, organize angry mob
like the only time they beef is when we throwing janky bombs
at police beats street beats, cruising like [?]
command in second hand [?] who you are or aren’t
[?] on your own land, homeland’s a mystery
[?] twitter activist [?] my broken history
go [?] your scattered identity, before you master a blind infantry
we can make the call to arms, though we’re all informed
then we can bat off our enemies, but even then
we need to blend, when the world [?]

[chorus]
it’s all high, who you know son, how you get in
it’s all high, who you know son, and how was the trend
it’s all high, who you know son, how you get in
it’s all high, who you know son, and how was the trend

[verse 3: elucid]
i grew locs to beat the whirlwind, revolution whirlwind
360 lashes, no comp-ssion necessarily
you are what you attract
i pour some sorrows, sing your elegy
leaves a row, skulls got dipped in gold
i freak the pepper seed, texas tea and escovitch
walk among the wretched, spilt the confessions
from the precipice, bless us
questions i pulled impressions off percussion
moving on your weak production
hop off my vas deferens
rest who not in the flesh, it’s all intention
devils tremble [?]
favorite litmus can defend ‘em
split it on fringes, my tender’s everlasting
curly castro be like
“[?] let’s get active on these halfwits”
trapped within this tetris-level labyrinth
hot score off city [?] with white witches named astrid
writing exact, dumby smacks
hold the line, you’ll get patched in
what’s happening?

[verse 4: curly castro]
yo, bagging through the avenues, neighborhood in flux
you can catch quick [?] with his [?] fork tongues
train sling mad early [?]
me line all bajan, west indian rum
throw a couple shots back [?]
crush it out with the best til the kingdom come
speak pig latin til the kings would run
had knives in the [?] for the slum
slang editorial paperboys run
use liquid swords on end to end burns
grow kush on the train [?]
with a belt, had to tell me only once
do or die, bed stuy, she not play from jump
alphabet supreme, i slash that knowledge
even though me not joke while i speak [?]

[chorus]
it’s all high, who you know son, how you get in
it’s all high, who you know son, and how was the trend
it’s all high, who you know son, how you get in
it’s all high, who you know son, and how was the trend
it’s all babel

- curly castro lyrics

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