Themselves - Roman Is As Roman Does lyrics
[Themselves - Roman Is As Roman Does lyrics]
The only heart in hell
A to the O to the R to the T to the A
To the blade of the day and the stay of decay
Left embedded when I’m deaded
In the sing bone poem stone of say push it
Sun moon sickle to endeavor of old
It goestake take take in the 200O
We more off order of importance
To the human code
More hollow Modern motto for
The walk dead toll
And Into the narrows we March
You want it more barren and stark
These children don’t have hero’s
And they’re liking the dark
Has the uppercase I so stoned the heart
I’d rather someone steal my hands
Than lay theirs red on my art
Must one make poem to fist
Then put rest to wish and resolve to
Wouldn’t daughter in a gutter like this
So can one shatter as a vessel
In a world of shell
If so, I only heart in hell
Did Ya rip it did ya burn it
Did ya hear it when you heard it
Is you is or is you ain’t bright light
In that broad dark of the trite
And all things blues thief in the night
Unsober soldier of the stereotype
Are you abuse of flesh blood and the mic
Filling out a hollow with life
Or is this to you
What rap had always sounded like
Prey tell, How does it feel to fold
Selling not man but the mold
For another long lick of the coal
And in the wake of such, waste no breath
One must you see my science is death
How death? More deathful than the sicking of
This world on an infant
More deathful than the waste of
Freezing meaning in instant
So Do you just shell or do
You only heart in hell
Tell me wealthy singster prey, tell
Does the great white sugeknight above you
Comb your hair while I hell… i hell
A to the O to the R to the T to the A
To the blade of the day and the stay of decay
Left embedded when I’m deaded
In the sing bone poem stone of say push it
Sun moon sickle to endeavor of old
It goestake take take in the 200O
We more off order of importance
To the human code
More hollow Modern motto for
The walk dead toll
And Into the narrows we March
You want it more barren and stark
These children don’t have hero’s
And they’re liking the dark
Has the uppercase I so stoned the heart
I’d rather someone steal my hands
Than lay theirs red on my art
Must one make poem to fist
Then put rest to wish and resolve to
Wouldn’t daughter in a gutter like this
So can one shatter as a vessel
In a world of shell
If so, I only heart in hell
Did Ya rip it did ya burn it
Did ya hear it when you heard it
Is you is or is you ain’t bright light
In that broad dark of the trite
And all things blues thief in the night
Unsober soldier of the stereotype
Are you abuse of flesh blood and the mic
Filling out a hollow with life
Or is this to you
What rap had always sounded like
Prey tell, How does it feel to fold
Selling not man but the mold
For another long lick of the coal
And in the wake of such, waste no breath
One must you see my science is death
How death? More deathful than the sicking of
This world on an infant
More deathful than the waste of
Freezing meaning in instant
So Do you just shell or do
You only heart in hell
Tell me wealthy singster prey, tell
Does the great white sugeknight above you
Comb your hair while I hell… i hell