Themselves - Oversleeping lyrics

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Fools behind my back talking shit
About myself, my crew
They do it in private, do it in public
For their fans, in front of their friends
Yet never bring it my pad
It 1520 1st ave oakland apt 1
Stop by and get your
Careers over with already

You can demean us and call us elitist
How sheepish so be it
Ease-ed defeatist short leaded ideas
Eat it i do and bleed it
Black out as heart heated reason
On a Jel beat and
Ya beefin' I'm over achieving
In you dis-believing meaning
Even knows that your breathing
Conceit is a beach ya -uckin with deep end
Stepping to me and my LLC and you can get
Count with the sheep and caught
Over cousin death seeking
2-D in uneven speaking weakened
Heathens you're over sleeping

In this world you can never get what's owed
And I ain't never took a thing
That I ain't rightfully stole to meet ends
I eat friends and do rent
Only thing I regret's to whom I am in debt
So we stepped star to the clay
Before it had readied our day on the sun
And that's done like hope guns
For those who waxwing beside it

So is it every man for his island?

Or every hour glass to it's sand?
Fuck that we taking hands
In this two man band
Kill in the name of the ant
And we ride to die giving
In the kingdom of can't
Ain't a damn thing white
Or book-light about this
I will take your name
You call my passion your game
You fools fall I'm aimed
These lamb like lions can get tamed
And Im'a set whip on you when I see you
Service concrete green room or street
Defeat'll come for your weak
I'm a cure your sleep

No you can't have the hook
It's for your face, you gape
We can battle for names, see who becomes who
Except you don't own yours
So you can't play
You ain't no gangster, you sleep too much
And all these fools calling me a faggot
When they on all the dick
Just another F word for the
Weakest in the herd and I will wolf you!

When did rap proper
Go all just jester and death vessel
The emptiness equivalent of
Rock gone hair-metal

Do you wear medals or do they wear you
Like all shells will do
There was a plank and I leapt
Off Into the debt of an over due set
Of decades and chest
Of a hound in the wound and the wet

In the down of your drowned to lament
Crowned in the sound of you spent
When not bent
Like a spear in the side of a star
In the brights of your small fear
And whites of your are
And bad ear gave in awe & all
To the tongues of the young and incurable
A Something to never numb in the blur
Of a durable apathy aired era

Actually my words ring right and exact
Over the mirror in fact
Where what’s will and flesh laps
See also: How kill leaves trap
With respect or it's head broke
At the mercy of bread
Their big red spread across the
Professed and the pled
And none-Luck of the undead
I ain’t fuckin with bed
This here’s an organ of edge
And what are you OVERSLEPT?