Sandpeople - Industrial Grade lyrics
[Sandpeople - Industrial Grade lyrics]
I'm abusive with the methods
And my crew will get respected
We move as a collective
This is music for the wretched
Ready to lose it in a second we deadly
You'd be stupid to mess with these emcees
You can find us, puffin a blunt
Weapon is out, reppin the town up in the cut
(Portland)
I need cheddar along with someone to trust
The eyes on the back of my head
See better than the ones in the front
Hindsight's 20 20
We want five mics because we hungry
We got nine lives because we study
Our enemies' moves and find patterns
We step in the booth
We're spreading the truth to
These blind rappers
We might have to paint the sky black
Just to watch you get no
Shine after you denied access
Now within my line of sight has
Got me inclined to fight back
My third eye's wide open
The other two are slightly cracked
All I do is write this
Graphic novel in graphic language
And the blazing path that
Follows you can't extinguish
Young delinquents and get famous
But don't think first
Blow the advance for the thrill
Of dough in their hands
(don't seem worth it)
We don't like sand
I heard it tastes like dirt
Put your face against metal and meditate
On how you never made an
Escape from the demons
That we feeding the taste of your blood
You bleeding, we leaving you weakened
Keeping it heated you feeding from Eden
And Sandpeople they see and defeat
We deep to the core, beating doors down
The forced entrance
Against media whores that explore
Their own interests
We don't even the score, we leading the war
If you need that dope shit
We an immediate source
Calm your barker or get slain
With an archer's aim
Chalk your body up with spit
Where the red carpet lays
Portland's a a tad bit darker
Day-walkers trapped in the rain
A chaotic blaze dance to Sandpeople
(that's money in the bank)
These artists draw a blank
You're dead without pain
Just a heavy conscience falling
Over the ledge
There's no crossing our paths without going
Over a bridge or two
It's that Northwest original
We more or less invincible
We don't like sand
I heard it tastes like dirt
And my crew will get respected
We move as a collective
This is music for the wretched
Ready to lose it in a second we deadly
You'd be stupid to mess with these emcees
You can find us, puffin a blunt
Weapon is out, reppin the town up in the cut
(Portland)
I need cheddar along with someone to trust
The eyes on the back of my head
See better than the ones in the front
Hindsight's 20 20
We want five mics because we hungry
We got nine lives because we study
Our enemies' moves and find patterns
We step in the booth
We're spreading the truth to
These blind rappers
We might have to paint the sky black
Just to watch you get no
Shine after you denied access
Now within my line of sight has
Got me inclined to fight back
My third eye's wide open
The other two are slightly cracked
All I do is write this
Graphic novel in graphic language
And the blazing path that
Follows you can't extinguish
Young delinquents and get famous
But don't think first
Blow the advance for the thrill
Of dough in their hands
(don't seem worth it)
We don't like sand
I heard it tastes like dirt
Put your face against metal and meditate
On how you never made an
Escape from the demons
That we feeding the taste of your blood
You bleeding, we leaving you weakened
Keeping it heated you feeding from Eden
And Sandpeople they see and defeat
We deep to the core, beating doors down
The forced entrance
Against media whores that explore
Their own interests
We don't even the score, we leading the war
If you need that dope shit
We an immediate source
Calm your barker or get slain
With an archer's aim
Chalk your body up with spit
Where the red carpet lays
Portland's a a tad bit darker
Day-walkers trapped in the rain
A chaotic blaze dance to Sandpeople
(that's money in the bank)
These artists draw a blank
You're dead without pain
Just a heavy conscience falling
Over the ledge
There's no crossing our paths without going
Over a bridge or two
It's that Northwest original
We more or less invincible
We don't like sand
I heard it tastes like dirt