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dystopia music - sly desilva lyrics

[intro: captain allen, seattle police department]
i am captain allen of the seattle police department
i am now issuing a public safety order to disperse
which means leave this area
if you do not do so, you may be arrested, or subject to other police action
other police action could include the use of chemical agents or less*lethal munitions
which may inflict significant pain or result in serious injury
(keep bouncing)

[verse 1: astral trap]
look
autonomous zone with the ominous
future in hold of the auditin’
land of the holy, but dead again
ships in the sky with the neon lights
figurin’ shiftin’ the shadow world
lost in thе cube of the saturn world
free but the earth and it nеver been
spewin’ the gas in the chemical
stuck in a path with the lost
still the law came at ya
our henchmen pull the latches
these answers in the cauldron
fumin’, fusin’ the conscious
clues and clues of the knowledge
closin’ walls in a dark room
rather raw with the god fruit
but it’s off when they taunt you
then it’s war when they want you
pukin’ property probably
talkin’ codes past the normie
you see we skate the desert, we spit ’til nearly dry
you see us early rise, the chapter ridden die
(keep bouncing)
[verse 2: brill]
runnin’ wild i’m in apocalypto
wild, wild west minded
motherf*cker tryna get a nut and prolly f*ckin’ up a system
like a young n*gga goin’ crazy with the kick*drum
like i sell big dope and turn it into crypto
dirtbag boy divin’ deep into the dark web
want no smoke, all my n*ggas with the nonsense
late night, homie come alive when he off meds (uh)
you be lookin’ obvious
took a picture with a real n*gga
but the concept of guilty by association really don’t apply to this
ride with us
ominous feelin’ the nighttime
bet you catch a vibe that i fathered, b*tch
pipe dreams turn to pipe bombs
problems that i might solve throwin’ molotovs into parliament
whole gang outside, call god again
some b*tches really love to get upset
and really wanna call a n*gga childish
sippin’ my chalice
suck a d*ck or double my balance
drip and don’t f*ck with no stylist
scummy n*gga really only runnin’ with
a group of unhinged dirtbag antagonists
wolfside wasteland lookin’ so immaculate
re*rock kitchen showin’ off a n*gga’ acumen
sh*t too hard, you could feel in your abdomen, d*mn
sly told me get ’em and i did that
not quite dead, we ain’t really with the rah*rah
see a lotta n*ggas talk big really lie a lot
lay a n*gga down like he givin’ praise, ٱللَّٰهُ أَكْبَرُ
man got no sleep, broad got lockjaw
you ride coattails, just got dropped off
your time cut short, my gang sawed off
this world mine now, your run all done
(keep bouncing)
[verse 3: ray jones]
i’m from acres homes, bet i grab that chrome
i’ma let em go
i want them body shots that make ’em rock, like i’m bobby, hoe
i found my zone, nappy headed n*gga, only snitch on combs
if i wasn’t born in ’95 they’d call me j*lo’ hoe
hol’ up (mmm)
how you do that?
cia been floodin’ us with white, we made crack
government turned world against us, dawg, ’cause we black
i’m 24, ridin’ on 24’s like i’m black
mamba, goin’ down under ya skin
like wontons, in soup like wuhan (ha)
i’m the bat that started it all
you try to eat off me, sh*t, i’ma f*ck up it all
(keep bouncing)

[verse 4: villainus]
(ay, ay) masque of the red death
(hey, hey) party ’til you lose your breath
(yay, yay) you sniffin’ mine’s, it’s the best
(shame, shame) the governor has a fit
these days it feels like we live in a black plague
black paid, ’til they went and shut down backpage
trap laid, it’s the state of the last age
as they raid; tanks, quarantine, but no aid (ay)
picture me walking through the ave., fam (ave., fam)
mixture of fear appearing as they stand back (stand back)
b*tch n*gga grabbed ass so i beat him, no hazmat
bl**dy ass hands (facts)
it’s crazy like it’s mad max
didn’t lack broke my finger on his face, facts
fixin’ that’s a pain in the ass, hospital mad packed
covid*19 got everything backed up, hard to track
striking one bug, babylon the great collapse
(keep bouncing)
[verse 5: verse mega]
ahem, uh
government loves when you turn up (we)
think about nothing just turn up (need)
go with the system and turn up
we live for the turn up, it’s lit when you turn up (change, change)
post on your socials and turn up (don’t)
time is disposable, turn up (change)
nothin’ should focus you, turn up
we hopin’ you turn up and worship the (it’s own)
i spy, the illest eye in the sky
my minds eye, high wire wireless walking wi*fi
signs, i see as if soothsayers described times
simulatin’ the scenes celebrated in sci*fi
pitchin’ poison but paintin’ pictures of paradise
paradox or hypocrisy, parasites seekin’ sacrifice
satellites in the sky surveil us, but with excitement (hmm)
privacy violated for likes so we learn to like it (wow)
psychic simon says, audacious angel peepin’ the angles
i wrap circles over these heads, tiltin’ my halo
never the dummy and not the ventriloquist
out of the box we know not what the limit is
coppin’ the swap, they go bliss for your ignorance
i am the opposite, cognitive dissonance (turn up!)
(keep bouncing)

[verse 6: cartie curt]
air forces, no laces
shoebox with big faces
drop thirty*six on the forty*one
rolex got big faces
all i do is move white
you can get it clean or deep fried
i’m just talkin’ my sh*t
we connected on this side
you can get girl for the low and i ain’t talkin’ ’bout dateline
take a bite out that apple
i’on say sh*t on facetime
i was just sh*ttin’ on facetime
ain’t no state, this fed time
transport work ‘cross state lines
n*ggas playin’ with them blurred lines
ya’ll clowns like a circus
take a look behind the curtains
i’m tryna get millions
ya’ll stuck in your feelings
i’m sh*ttin’ on purpose
your connect ain’t workin’
coupe got stars in the ceilin’
it’s that neil armstrong feelin’
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[verse 7: sly desilva]
it’s that kleptocrat, sn*tchin’ all yo’ f*ckin’ racks
racks on racks on racks on racks ’til the f*ckin’ market crash
stacks on stacks on stacks on stacks when that f*ckin’ market crash
i get the bailout money and run it back
b*tch, i’m too big to fail!
panama paper pimpin’ i’m whippin’ in the lambo
dollar sign bag, treat the bank like a bando
all*american villain
triple six rings like kareem, jordan and pippen
listen, shaped this world in my image
dark and dilapidated, sirens off in the distance
my shooters move silent and handle sh*t with the quickness
like an impeachment trial * no witnesses
rap style warp through the ether
ask naomi ’bout the price for the feature (hehahaha)
sea rising like my bank account
this is dystopia music ya’ll just (keep bouncing)

- sly desilva lyrics

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