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411 - Текст песни Paragraphs Relentless
Krylon text read off walls at sacred bench
 Street lights lit burnt out apartments
 The grip of microphone defines the heartless
 A swig of Ol' gold and an L to spark this.
 Reminisce to the days of backspins
 Before the role of MC's reserved for acting.
 When my real grimy niggas came two fists blastin'
 Before the teardrops we felt the laughter
 Halos can't help but shatter.
 Pure pain always comes after
 My culture does matter.
 Perfect picture, precisely right mixture
 Bred in Five Burroughs, an East Coast signature.
 Subterranean verses emerging in mass quantities
 Mass produced on cassette and LP
 But sales weren't the mark of the illest MC
 Creates and Tech 12's were tools that blessed me.
 Beneath this asphalt, below the concrete
 We bred in basements where only real men speak.
 Seek Redemption in each sentence
 (Paragraphs relentless)
 Verses flow endless
 (Violence stays senseless)
 Change written script on torn page.
 (Its all the same)
 Assaults we wage became vague.
 Seek Redemption in each sentence
 (Paragraphs relentless)
 Verses flow endless
 (Violence stays senseless)
 Change written script on torn page.
 (Its all the same)
 Assaults we wage became vague.
 Train of thought thrown askew
 As I moved subdued through corridors
 Known to fellow orators
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 Fuck an encore, settled scores before the bridge
 Rigid temperament won't allow me to forgive
 Morbid fascination with our soot and ash
 At long last prepared to play phoenix.
 Poverty ingrained so my peoples always feel it.
 Scenic qualities were framed in Flashed Message
 Remain restless
 Youth immersed in essence
 Of culture still fledgling
 Force fed feeble lies to point of indigestion.
 Consult wise men on life's questions
 No time for second guessing
 Seconds passed to form decades
 Pause mixed on blank cassette tapes
 Backspun on wax we learned to crossfade
 Wrists quick from trips we threw in dice games
 As life changed I maintained a razored mental
 Reduced to stencil
 Life which once resembled renaissance
 Becomes fraud when taken from hands of true gods.
Taken from hands of true gods (x4)
 Seek Redemption in each sentence
 (Paragraphs relentless)
 Verses flow endless
 (Violence stays senseless)
 Change written script on torn page.
 (Its all the same)
 Assaults we wage became vague.
 Seek Redemption in each sentence
 (Paragraphs relentless)
 Verses flow endless
 (Violence stays senseless)
 Change written script on torn page.
 (Its all the same)
 Assaults we wage became vague.
Pennants in paragraphs relentless (x8)

















