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wartime - kolombyss lyrics

intro;

it’s a good day to be alive, man, you know what i’m saying?
gratitude for all, and, all thanks to the most high
may we walk our days
safe to the grave unchained
yea yea
(attention!)

hook;

(hoo)
reach my crest like tidal waves
crash the shores like cymbals
(hoo)
hunting through the hedge of haze
i mark my face with symbols
(hoo)
marching through the rain and sling the wounded on our backs
(hoo)
marching through the pain from dust i came through dust i pass

verse;
riding knee deep in mud
sightseeing unclean from the dust
wipe bleach squeeze juice on the cut
‘cus the rush and the sting in my blood
works me up
corrosion and bugs
dirty no suds
it’s fight or flight and i’m not ’bouta run
pop a mothaf*cka like a dynamite boom
blow your b*tch back out too
i put the bust in combust
take your land now too
i put the rust in entrust
break your pact now too
now your tracks all skewed
and my pack runs loose
while your pack runs few
this the land of the free
and the home of the brave
where you free in your faith
gold grills in your t**th
one step back is two steps forward
play all these acts with my mind soul and torso

bridge;
in this life that we play
in this life we were raised
i sometimes think
i think i’ve gone astray
i just maintain
the words i’ve said
the ways i’ve slain
invocations on a page
hit me harder than a blunt to the face
like

verse;

bam
slam you face first in the sand
thinking you on track like a tram
but you more like traffic in a jam
yuh
stuck in the swarm no warnings no plans
truck it ’til you’re worn use the ruthless hands
that the same life you love
f*cks you up with, fast
strap ’em like guns like gloves for the match
the champions belt awaits if you pass
inspired by the wars of history of past
power that we seek over mystery and man
passion that we keep may we never go mad
ten toes down keep it moving, nomad
built on our backs, this a warriors land
better know now we run this sh*t like track
keep it one hundred, there’s really no math
war face on, got my war time mask

hook;

(hoo)
reach my crest like tidal waves
crash the shores like cymbals
(hoo)
hunting through the hedge of haze
i mark my face with symbols
(hoo)
marching through the rain and sling the wounded on our backs
(hoo)
marching through the pain from dust i came through dust i pass

- kolombyss lyrics

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