A-F-R-O - All Caps lyrics
[A-F-R-O - All Caps lyrics]
The chapter of the saga, fast narration
Causin'
Track elevation horror slash
Meditation noggin
The martyr danced on
The father lost the ransom
For his mom and handsome son
Shot a random thug
Slugs in the Kevlar, gun fun
Settle on the fund from
The lust, trust shunned
Slums bare arms
The poorest village mourn the
Form of it's children
The norm was timid
Scornin' orange trimmings for a livin'
Don't underestimate the child with revenge
In his eyes
He repents on the lives that he sends
To the sky, in defense, he relies in the lens
Tried twice by the feds
Shied right from the pen
Nine times he extends lines
Writing with a pencil
Mental reading
Leaving heathens bleeding like a menstrual
Even Stevens
Grew up in evening gutter sewers
Nothin' newer, somethin'
Functioned crueler
Eating guts and stomach ulcers
All he needed was to look up to someone older
A role model, cold, hollow, non-sensical
Cold followed, slo-mo goblin showin' off
To Shaolin showmen, silence
Throw 'em in a bottle
Poem-wrote (boss)
The final battle lured the ripped
Child and his daddy
Blind samurai, sword lie straight
Gripped in his hands
See
Shot hollows at his feet, and yelled
"dance"
Failed as a male dad, pale, stale, jail
Well-advanced
He consents all the pain in the village
'Til the strangest scent of anger swayed
Tempting the children
To gather all weapons, fathom all sections
On camera, caught pictures of the family
All massacred
Causin'
Track elevation horror slash
Meditation noggin
The martyr danced on
The father lost the ransom
For his mom and handsome son
Shot a random thug
Slugs in the Kevlar, gun fun
Settle on the fund from
The lust, trust shunned
Slums bare arms
The poorest village mourn the
Form of it's children
The norm was timid
Scornin' orange trimmings for a livin'
Don't underestimate the child with revenge
In his eyes
He repents on the lives that he sends
To the sky, in defense, he relies in the lens
Tried twice by the feds
Shied right from the pen
Nine times he extends lines
Writing with a pencil
Mental reading
Leaving heathens bleeding like a menstrual
Even Stevens
Grew up in evening gutter sewers
Nothin' newer, somethin'
Functioned crueler
Eating guts and stomach ulcers
All he needed was to look up to someone older
A role model, cold, hollow, non-sensical
Cold followed, slo-mo goblin showin' off
To Shaolin showmen, silence
Throw 'em in a bottle
Poem-wrote (boss)
The final battle lured the ripped
Child and his daddy
Blind samurai, sword lie straight
Gripped in his hands
See
Shot hollows at his feet, and yelled
"dance"
Failed as a male dad, pale, stale, jail
Well-advanced
He consents all the pain in the village
'Til the strangest scent of anger swayed
Tempting the children
To gather all weapons, fathom all sections
On camera, caught pictures of the family
All massacred