Elemental Zazen, Canibus - Hollow Heart lyrics
[Elemental Zazen, Canibus - Hollow Heart lyrics]
Swallow the darts with a hollow heart
Tip the bottle meet the maker’s
Mark till the sorrow stops
Follow the motto until tomorrow’s bought
Caught the crooked cop and the
Narc in the parking lot (Parting shot)
Feed em to the starving sharks
At the start of dark never call em off
Fuck what you thought it’s ready to spark
Set a fire to the Molotov
And say your remarks
Liars in the pyre admire
How the bodies embark
Sitting on the asphalt falling apart and lost
Nobody cares or monitors
Can’t figure out the reason for
Stain on the polymer
Unidentified by the coroner
Not a single mourner just another
Soldier trapped in the corridor
Can’t adapt like a foreigner
Sheep to a slaughter never
Understood the warning
Or the order the beliefs of gomorroh
On the street corner cheap
Marijuana got the smack
For the habit I repeat as a warrior
Sure to leave you grasping for air
I ain't got a fucking ration to spare
Not even a single fraction to share
Deep in your dreams where the demon appears
It’s the reason I’m here
Make you disappear when the beating is near
Feast on your fear it’s the beast you revere
Beneath the diseased sheet
Is the key to your tears
A priest holding an antique sphere
Say a prayer to his feet and cheat
Death for at least a year
Yeah, yeah, sound like snitchin' to me
It don't seem the same 'cause you
Put it to a different beat
Your mind is blind from a
Condition called dehydrated third eye
Take a break while I bust this rhyme
On this level of enlightenment
You are not invited
I know you don't like it
But we have all decided
Bottom, who shot 'em, I got 'em
If I didn't do that
Nobody could have stopped him
Spit sixteen verse
Funky cold medina the first
Every rhyme's from the heart and it hurts
You wanna talk? How much kevlar you brought?
You wanna walk? How much
Insurance does that cost?
Celestial metaphors transmit pure thought
They are stored in the akashic
Vault of the lord
The lord thy god, kneel before Zod's iPod
Iditarod drawn by white dogs
Being shadowed by pale white horse
Showtime at the Gallows of course
Go in and go hard
Cheat death to repeat life
Rematerialize as light
That's why critics theorize I'm nice
I drink devil springs vodka
One more shot I'm a monster
After four shots I become somber
Release albums seasonably to prove what
Hip hop means to me
Operate the heaviest machinery
Kundalini frequency, Quantum Leap DVD
Negro dialect translated by me
There is no real recourse
To cure hollow heart
When you worship false idols
Idols are not God
Envision Quezacotl in a football area at
The top of the oval
Where townspeople go to witness the
Holy vocals go global
Psycho-social, psycho-somatic
Solid soul food
On the road to the untold truth
Tip the bottle meet the maker’s
Mark till the sorrow stops
Follow the motto until tomorrow’s bought
Caught the crooked cop and the
Narc in the parking lot (Parting shot)
Feed em to the starving sharks
At the start of dark never call em off
Fuck what you thought it’s ready to spark
Set a fire to the Molotov
And say your remarks
Liars in the pyre admire
How the bodies embark
Sitting on the asphalt falling apart and lost
Nobody cares or monitors
Can’t figure out the reason for
Stain on the polymer
Unidentified by the coroner
Not a single mourner just another
Soldier trapped in the corridor
Can’t adapt like a foreigner
Sheep to a slaughter never
Understood the warning
Or the order the beliefs of gomorroh
On the street corner cheap
Marijuana got the smack
For the habit I repeat as a warrior
Sure to leave you grasping for air
I ain't got a fucking ration to spare
Not even a single fraction to share
Deep in your dreams where the demon appears
It’s the reason I’m here
Make you disappear when the beating is near
Feast on your fear it’s the beast you revere
Beneath the diseased sheet
Is the key to your tears
A priest holding an antique sphere
Say a prayer to his feet and cheat
Death for at least a year
Yeah, yeah, sound like snitchin' to me
It don't seem the same 'cause you
Put it to a different beat
Your mind is blind from a
Condition called dehydrated third eye
Take a break while I bust this rhyme
On this level of enlightenment
You are not invited
I know you don't like it
But we have all decided
Bottom, who shot 'em, I got 'em
If I didn't do that
Nobody could have stopped him
Spit sixteen verse
Funky cold medina the first
Every rhyme's from the heart and it hurts
You wanna talk? How much kevlar you brought?
You wanna walk? How much
Insurance does that cost?
Celestial metaphors transmit pure thought
They are stored in the akashic
Vault of the lord
The lord thy god, kneel before Zod's iPod
Iditarod drawn by white dogs
Being shadowed by pale white horse
Showtime at the Gallows of course
Go in and go hard
Cheat death to repeat life
Rematerialize as light
That's why critics theorize I'm nice
I drink devil springs vodka
One more shot I'm a monster
After four shots I become somber
Release albums seasonably to prove what
Hip hop means to me
Operate the heaviest machinery
Kundalini frequency, Quantum Leap DVD
Negro dialect translated by me
There is no real recourse
To cure hollow heart
When you worship false idols
Idols are not God
Envision Quezacotl in a football area at
The top of the oval
Where townspeople go to witness the
Holy vocals go global
Psycho-social, psycho-somatic
Solid soul food
On the road to the untold truth