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Messages
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Messages - Messages from the Empire
Verse:
Why can’t I get you out of my head?
Why is it I dream of words you’ve never said?
Why can’t I just let go of the fact
You’re never gonna feel me like that? (feel me like that?)
Where can I go when these roads lead to ruin?
And what can I swallow to make me forget you?
And what will it take to get to a place
That will make me have no reaction to your face?
What is this race, and why am I running?
Why the sudden rush? Your speed’s unbecoming
Of a person like you, of a monster like me
I guess in the end, this was all make-believe
Chorus:
Seven seconds on the call,
I threw m’phone way down the hall.
‘N Even though I explain the pain,
The messages get lost again.
Eleven seconds at the bar,
I saw you standing from afar.
‘N even though I drain the pain,
The messages get lost again.
Thirty seconds from the bar,
I saw you swerve then crash your car,
‘N even though I feel your pain
your messages get lost again.
Forty Minutes from the crash
I saw your memories turn to ash,
‘N even though I share the pain,
your messages get lost again.
One long year before the fall,
you were the friend I liked to call,
‘N even though I hide the pain,
your messages get lost again.
One long year before the fall,
you were the friend I liked to call,
‘N even though I hide the pain
I wanna hear your voice again.
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Joe:
I found myself in the lowest state
and this I cannot over-state
when the doctors began to operate
my body began to compensate
found myself with a talent or two
found myself with a power I knew
not only came with a responsibility
but came with the need to prove
that I alone could save this Earth
that in time I could
make this work
if the ends justify the means
a nice guy
could learn
to finish first
and with the birth of strength and speed
I am the first of a whole new breed
Humanity, fear not for your need
for a hero ends with me, you're free.
John(Joe):
Pent up, too long
This town, needs dawn(You're Free)
rising, over
Gotham's shoulder(You're Free)
Here I, Step on
Their a-
gression(You're Free)
while I, lead my
revo-lution(You're Free)
John:
I saw justice
bleeding slowing
you just stood there
waiting for me
I can stop this
madman's manifest
destiny, if
you can believe.
John(Joe):
Pent up, too long
This town, needs dawn(Believe)
rising, over
Gotham's shoulder(In Me)
Here I, Step on
Their a-
gression(Believe)
while I, lead my
revo-lution(In Me)
Joe:
Villains will learn to fear the Name,
of the vigilante who conquered and came,
and turned around to rescue the dame
who's damsel in distress that would not be in vain
I'll put the P in pain, and start to tame
the dredges of society until the stains
thats soiled this city in soot for so long
come out and sever the unbreakable chain
call me the J-Train, next stop is Hell
which for you good sir is a tiny little cell
in a prison on an island overlooking New York
Enjoy your retirement, I wish you well.
John(Joe):
Pent up, too long
This town, needs dawn(Believe)
rising, over
Gotham's shoulder(In Me)
Here I, Step on
Their a-
gression(Believe)
while I, lead my
revo-lution(In Me)
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Resuscitate The Dead
03:00
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Here I am, another kid looking to inspire
Coming through your speakers, living intertwined with the fucking wires
My words are electrical, carried by my flow
Like a current, I apologize if your sub-woofer’s blow
Like your girl at the show, yes, I am a dick
Nice to meetcha, I assume this is your wick, check this spit
As I light you up on a day-to-day basis
Your comeback’s seem to be in a state of stasis
Off to the races!
I often change faces and go undercovers
With ladies who are too willing to journey and discover
The true nature of the beast that lays within me
J M A D, the true essence of blasphemy (and envy)
So let us kickstart, these corpses
get ‘em up
get ’em up
get ’em listenin’
So let’s remark, these verses
get ‘em up
get ‘em up
get ‘em spittin’
So let‘s restart, reverse this
get ‘em up
get ‘em up
get ‘em swingin’
So let‘s depart, this service
get ‘em out
get ‘em out
in hurses
Ive been fightin, Revisin all the notes i was writtin
since i was a tyke with a mic it was plastic
but now im plugged in and im back in the
Game, flowin killtackular flame
Yall some zombies and mah music is brains
with no legs. ha ha
Eat it up, 219. let it rip with the rhyme
im in my element this text is intelligent
Design is irrelevant but tell em this
The messagers comin up with that empirial spit
Hittin the streets like fuckin revere
whether ya far or near, staight or queer
Black or white , equal rights
say goodnight.
the blind hatred of our past generations
we traded slaves and racists and as one brought up ourselves to be gratious
Yall faker haters can be greatful i'm bashin flows instead dumb founded faces i leave um without tha traces.
So let us kickstart, these corpses
get ‘em up
get ’em up
get ’em listenin’
So let’s remark, these verses
get ‘em up
get ‘em up
get ‘em spittin’
So let‘s restart, reverse this
get ‘em up
get ‘em up
get ‘em swingin’
So let‘s depart, this service
get ‘em out
get ‘em out
in hurses
get ‘em out
get ‘em out
in hurses
get ‘em out
get ‘em out
in hurses
get ‘em out
get ‘em out
in hurses
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