[Verse 1: P.O.S]
Think love, and think drugs, and they’re the same thing inside
And we struggle, or get enough, but it’s the same thing
Burn holes in the Moleskine
Bout it, Been friends with a pen, gave trust to the page
Turn in when the time’s up earn that age, know-how learned in spades
They exist in the outros, in the fade outs, and in the background noise
I wouldn’t wish it on my rivals, I got no enemies, We all fall for the decoy
Sometimes it slides right by while we’re trying to decide
Don’t lie to yourself, almost ain’t good enough, and there ain’t no extra lives
Leave em alone. How we livin?
Very own road and it’s so, so driven
In the freezing cold, y’all keep chillin
We’ll leave tracks you can follow in
Bold, less fucks given
Team The Best Team, Doomtree citizen
We care like it’s cool still, but we’ve risen from close to sting to post-everything
How y'all livin? Very own road and it’s so, so driven
In the freezing cold, y’all keep chillin...
[Verse 2: Sims]
So I do it for her, and I do it for me, and I do it for the word
Kill it for the hunt of the beat
Kill it for the hunger that will not sleep
And you can stay miserable all your life but what kind of difference that make?
What, you ain’t had enough of that pay, ain’t had enough of your way?
Live from the Haunted North, in the woods where the fire roars
You fell for the Trojan horse
Who want it more? It’s already yours
Live from the Haunted North, in the woods where the fire roars
You fell for the Trojan horse
Who want it more? It’s already yours
[Verse 3: Cecil Otter]
Draw blood, paint life, sculpt that clay, build that bridge (suffer and pleasure)
Got love, gotta write that way and filled that book from the gutter to forever
But we’re still gonna suffer, we got burnt, we met our match and struck first
Suckers should have known better than to let us head our own search and destroy
You would’ve been better centered at home
Remember that road we’d take? I swear the devil’s backbone would break
We made it our home and it’s great, and it’s good, it’s the same as it ever was
We came, we saw, we came back
We played em songs we made quick
We went back home just to fill those pages to the edges, and it’s aces
It’s all coming up roses, closes may come and we know this
No risk, no fun, no way, nobody’s gonna break my stride, no sir
Those days look like these days, except for maybe these grays
But that’s just my salt and pepper, my heart and soul won’t live forever
Whatever…
It’s gonna come some day, so come what may and I pray it comes
We’re still gonna run like strays, purr like kittens, and bang a gong
We’ve sang our songs, we’ve seen the war, we’re living that and more
Knowing even the greatest dancers in the world are bound to leave the dance floor
[Verse 4: Dessa]
So shake, shakes, shoot, it’s like win, draw, lose
Because dice kept cooped up
Just bring bad luck
Man is made to choose
Yeah, mixed media: flesh, electricity, bone
We rent, we visit, but we’re never quite home
Cause the river can’t know when the levy might go
So, draw your arm and throw
[Verse 5: Mike Mictlan]
Bottled all in, battle with a broadsword, rule with the iron cutter, straight to the vital cord
Lean on a land alive, freed men in enterprise, Does it mean you seen the sign?
See what you wanna read
Eyes in the seams, not what it seems
A better part of me will not let it be
Instead it seethes
Does mean I believe a lie?
Let it dead, let it crawl
Let it all count when you bet it all
Say it like you mean it, just say it
Never better if you never even said it at all
Head em off at the neck, set it off
Ready for whatever with machete on the leather comrades with a letter on the wall
Steady head, heavy guts and a set of balls
What I really gotta know, huh?
How to rock a rhyme that’s right in line?
With the beat and ride
Wide to the feet, wise to the weak
Why?
Why we pray on the meek and pry in the speak of the “why’s” and the “we’s”?
We don’t know why
Why we speak with a slide of the cheek
Hide
Chopped in the seams
Stride
That’s live and unique designed
Flight for seats, fly in the cleats
Grind
Lines in the sheet
Slice
That’s all we live for
Polish poison plot loss
Free and got a lost cause
Holler if you hear me shooting Hollow Bodies High
Cower salted, high exalted, colicky and alcoholic
Call it when I see it all divide
Hollowed head to follow tired feet disqualified
Able of the cognoscente disabled from a solid mind
Hollow Bodies High
