Sandpeople - Bed Of Flames lyrics
[Sandpeople - Bed Of Flames lyrics]
Bed Of Flames don't sleep
I'm more than a man, less than a god
With a torch in my hand as
I step through the fog
Bringing light to the masses
Layin' in a bed of flames 'til I
Wake and I rise from these ashes
I'm more than a man, less than a god
With a torch in my hand as
I step through the fog
Bringing light to the masses
Layin' in a bed of flames 'til I
Wake and I rise from these ashes
I lay in a bed of flames at night when I rest
And was born with an empty
Space inside of my chest
Since life is a test, I strive for the best
And use The Art Of War as
My personal guide to success
I read it cover to cover then redefined
Each idea when I discovered
Another between the lines
My genius mind's a tool for combat
I prefer seclusion over human contact
I work in private, unearth a prophecy
And ghost-wrote the first philosophy
Heard from Socrates the herb has got to me
I'm nervous constantly
Screaming in the mirror at this
Fuckin' person mocking me
I'm ready to die
That's what's kept me alive
I've already said my goodbyes
Ignorance is bliss, but dressed in disguised
I think that's why you idiots
Are content with your lives
I'm more than a man, less than a god
With a torch in my hand as
I step through the fog
Bringing light to the masses
Layin' in a bed of flames 'til I
Wake and I rise from these ashes
I'm more than a man, less than a god
With a torch in my hand as
I step through the fog
Bringing light to the masses
Layin' in a bed of flames 'til I
Wake and I rise from these ashes
Listen i'm every known disease that
The globe has seen
King Cobra, feeding on the souls of kings
My strokes of genius were too close between
'Til I found the fabric of
Time and broke the seams
I defaced and now Rosetta Stone
Erased the translations and etched my own
Yes, I'm known to feed on flesh and bone
When I'm dead
The only death I'll regret's my own
Refused to budge
The truth's I'm just a canibal
Using booze and drugs to boost my buzz
Throw me in jail later
My cell mate'll be food because
I'm a hell raiser if I
Smell vapors of human blood
Believe it as fact and beef with Illmac
You need every dead rapper just
To even the match i exceed where you slack
Achieve what you can't
Run a mile in three minutes flat
Carrying the team on my back what
Yea ill-motherfucking maculate, man
Sandpeople, B-Sides
You a lucky motherfucker to be
In possession of this shit, man
And I ain't just a fucking battle rapper
Man know what I'm saying?
I just gotta make tracks like these
Every once in a while
To remind you I'm better than you
Remember that shit
I'm more than a man, less than a god
With a torch in my hand as
I step through the fog
Bringing light to the masses
Layin' in a bed of flames 'til I
Wake and I rise from these ashes
I'm more than a man, less than a god
With a torch in my hand as
I step through the fog
Bringing light to the masses
Layin' in a bed of flames 'til I
Wake and I rise from these ashes
I lay in a bed of flames at night when I rest
And was born with an empty
Space inside of my chest
Since life is a test, I strive for the best
And use The Art Of War as
My personal guide to success
I read it cover to cover then redefined
Each idea when I discovered
Another between the lines
My genius mind's a tool for combat
I prefer seclusion over human contact
I work in private, unearth a prophecy
And ghost-wrote the first philosophy
Heard from Socrates the herb has got to me
I'm nervous constantly
Screaming in the mirror at this
Fuckin' person mocking me
I'm ready to die
That's what's kept me alive
I've already said my goodbyes
Ignorance is bliss, but dressed in disguised
I think that's why you idiots
Are content with your lives
I'm more than a man, less than a god
With a torch in my hand as
I step through the fog
Bringing light to the masses
Layin' in a bed of flames 'til I
Wake and I rise from these ashes
I'm more than a man, less than a god
With a torch in my hand as
I step through the fog
Bringing light to the masses
Layin' in a bed of flames 'til I
Wake and I rise from these ashes
Listen i'm every known disease that
The globe has seen
King Cobra, feeding on the souls of kings
My strokes of genius were too close between
'Til I found the fabric of
Time and broke the seams
I defaced and now Rosetta Stone
Erased the translations and etched my own
Yes, I'm known to feed on flesh and bone
When I'm dead
The only death I'll regret's my own
Refused to budge
The truth's I'm just a canibal
Using booze and drugs to boost my buzz
Throw me in jail later
My cell mate'll be food because
I'm a hell raiser if I
Smell vapors of human blood
Believe it as fact and beef with Illmac
You need every dead rapper just
To even the match i exceed where you slack
Achieve what you can't
Run a mile in three minutes flat
Carrying the team on my back what
Yea ill-motherfucking maculate, man
Sandpeople, B-Sides
You a lucky motherfucker to be
In possession of this shit, man
And I ain't just a fucking battle rapper
Man know what I'm saying?
I just gotta make tracks like these
Every once in a while
To remind you I'm better than you
Remember that shit