Poems 4 Post Modern Decay Lyrics
| Song | Poems 4 Post Modern Decay |
| Artist | Zion I |
| Album | True & Livin' |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Anderson, Bavitz, Gaines | |
| (feat. Aesop Rock) | |
| [Intro: (Woman)] | |
| Poems for post modern decay | |
| [Zion] | |
| Yeah, Everyday's a new change, model life strain | |
| Microwave the brain, the babies get trained | |
| To be good worker bees, you can work for me | |
| $2.50 a week and you can sleep on the street | |
| Economoic malfuction, consume corruption | |
| Somethin's wrong with this picture, ecstacy with liquor | |
| Get a stand quicker, wither in the half moon light of my life we lose vigor | |
| By 28 we half gone already, cause the liver and the kidney corroding steady | |
| Get a doctor with some dope then he snatched confetti | |
| Got too many damn bills when my bank is empty | |
| [Chorus: Zion] | |
| (I keep fallin) trippin' I can't get up | |
| I keep fallin, trippin' I gotta get up | |
| (I keep fallin) trippin' I can't get up | |
| I keep fallin, trippin' I gotta get up | |
| [Aesop Rock] | |
| Yeah, OK, Who are the consumers | |
| What are you consuming | |
| Why are you not filtering the poison they are spooning | |
| Where you gunna be when the murder rate starts balooning | |
| Comin' to your senses on some who the fuck made you king | |
| Fame is a ghostly hope, when every hero is a number to the rotary folk | |
| That's why the low brow plow through a government name | |
| You can trace the moniker if you can chase the train | |
| I place blame with a grotesque, enemy, bloody idol | |
| Leavin' it to the innocent to remedy the cycle | |
| My centipedes agree that every pedigree's entitled to that food, clothes, medicine recipe of the vital | |
| [Zion] | |
| I keep fallin' like I'm trippin | |
| I keep callin' be my prescription | |
| I keep fallin', and I listen | |
| I keep callin' for some assistance | |
| [Chorus x2] | |
| [Zion] | |
| Yeah, now let the beat guide dreams, I've seen my eyes wide | |
| Lookin' for a touch of the eternal, scribble in my journal | |
| Watch 'em while the world to burn, tryin' to find some serenity with every turn | |
| [Aesop Rock] | |
| Walk with a maggot brain affiliately over the main gate | |
| Quicker than he flickerin' at a pancake(?) | |
| Shitkicker, mini, and busy, in dark-city, wick lit, tryin to make a shark frenzy bark pennies | |
| [Chorus x2] | |
| [Poem] | |
| Diabolical times of mass murder, time full of it | |
| Speak ease even conversations is nuclear | |
| They fear when its a group of us so we roll in packs | |
| Space age patriot act, they got your phone tapped cousin | |
| What you gon do? Don't let fightin' this beast make a beast outta' you | |
| Sometimes I feel like a monster cleanin my 12 gauge | |
| Contemplating if I can murder or not, escape routes, and getaways | |
| But the rude awakenin' is man, they lockin' us in cages | |
| Tellin' us to abort our babies while they collect sperm donations | |
| Attempted depletion of a righteous nation | |
| We got a 100 cable stations, but something is what none of 'em are sayin' | |
| My eyelids achin' from bein' open so wide, space age genocide | |
| They can try but they can't hide, the fact that there's hope | |
| My history ain't start on no boat, chained and bound | |
| And the beauty is found that we fall, trip, but never hit the ground |
| zuo qu : Anderson, Bavitz, Gaines | |
| feat. Aesop Rock | |
| Intro: Woman | |
| Poems for post modern decay | |
| Zion | |
| Yeah, Everyday' s a new change, model life strain | |
| Microwave the brain, the babies get trained | |
| To be good worker bees, you can work for me | |
| 2. 50 a week and you can sleep on the street | |
| Economoic malfuction, consume corruption | |
| Somethin' s wrong with this picture, ecstacy with liquor | |
| Get a stand quicker, wither in the half moon light of my life we lose vigor | |
| By 28 we half gone already, cause the liver and the kidney corroding steady | |
| Get a doctor with some dope then he snatched confetti | |
| Got too many damn bills when my bank is empty | |
| Chorus: Zion | |
| I keep fallin trippin' I can' t get up | |
| I keep fallin, trippin' I gotta get up | |
| I keep fallin trippin' I can' t get up | |
| I keep fallin, trippin' I gotta get up | |
| Aesop Rock | |
| Yeah, OK, Who are the consumers | |
| What are you consuming | |
| Why are you not filtering the poison they are spooning | |
| Where you gunna be when the murder rate starts balooning | |
| Comin' to your senses on some who the fuck made you king | |
| Fame is a ghostly hope, when every hero is a number to the rotary folk | |
| That' s why the low brow plow through a government name | |
| You can trace the moniker if you can chase the train | |
| I place blame with a grotesque, enemy, bloody idol | |
| Leavin' it to the innocent to remedy the cycle | |
| My centipedes agree that every pedigree' s entitled to that food, clothes, medicine recipe of the vital | |
| Zion | |
| I keep fallin' like I' m trippin | |
| I keep callin' be my prescription | |
| I keep fallin', and I listen | |
| I keep callin' for some assistance | |
| Chorus x2 | |
| Zion | |
| Yeah, now let the beat guide dreams, I' ve seen my eyes wide | |
| Lookin' for a touch of the eternal, scribble in my journal | |
| Watch ' em while the world to burn, tryin' to find some serenity with every turn | |
| Aesop Rock | |
| Walk with a maggot brain affiliately over the main gate | |
| Quicker than he flickerin' at a pancake? | |
| Shitkicker, mini, and busy, in darkcity, wick lit, tryin to make a shark frenzy bark pennies | |
| Chorus x2 | |
| Poem | |
| Diabolical times of mass murder, time full of it | |
| Speak ease even conversations is nuclear | |
| They fear when its a group of us so we roll in packs | |
| Space age patriot act, they got your phone tapped cousin | |
| What you gon do? Don' t let fightin' this beast make a beast outta' you | |
| Sometimes I feel like a monster cleanin my 12 gauge | |
| Contemplating if I can murder or not, escape routes, and getaways | |
| But the rude awakenin' is man, they lockin' us in cages | |
| Tellin' us to abort our babies while they collect sperm donations | |
| Attempted depletion of a righteous nation | |
| We got a 100 cable stations, but something is what none of ' em are sayin' | |
| My eyelids achin' from bein' open so wide, space age genocide | |
| They can try but they can' t hide, the fact that there' s hope | |
| My history ain' t start on no boat, chained and bound | |
| And the beauty is found that we fall, trip, but never hit the ground |
| zuò qǔ : Anderson, Bavitz, Gaines | |
| feat. Aesop Rock | |
| Intro: Woman | |
| Poems for post modern decay | |
| Zion | |
| Yeah, Everyday' s a new change, model life strain | |
| Microwave the brain, the babies get trained | |
| To be good worker bees, you can work for me | |
| 2. 50 a week and you can sleep on the street | |
| Economoic malfuction, consume corruption | |
| Somethin' s wrong with this picture, ecstacy with liquor | |
| Get a stand quicker, wither in the half moon light of my life we lose vigor | |
| By 28 we half gone already, cause the liver and the kidney corroding steady | |
| Get a doctor with some dope then he snatched confetti | |
| Got too many damn bills when my bank is empty | |
| Chorus: Zion | |
| I keep fallin trippin' I can' t get up | |
| I keep fallin, trippin' I gotta get up | |
| I keep fallin trippin' I can' t get up | |
| I keep fallin, trippin' I gotta get up | |
| Aesop Rock | |
| Yeah, OK, Who are the consumers | |
| What are you consuming | |
| Why are you not filtering the poison they are spooning | |
| Where you gunna be when the murder rate starts balooning | |
| Comin' to your senses on some who the fuck made you king | |
| Fame is a ghostly hope, when every hero is a number to the rotary folk | |
| That' s why the low brow plow through a government name | |
| You can trace the moniker if you can chase the train | |
| I place blame with a grotesque, enemy, bloody idol | |
| Leavin' it to the innocent to remedy the cycle | |
| My centipedes agree that every pedigree' s entitled to that food, clothes, medicine recipe of the vital | |
| Zion | |
| I keep fallin' like I' m trippin | |
| I keep callin' be my prescription | |
| I keep fallin', and I listen | |
| I keep callin' for some assistance | |
| Chorus x2 | |
| Zion | |
| Yeah, now let the beat guide dreams, I' ve seen my eyes wide | |
| Lookin' for a touch of the eternal, scribble in my journal | |
| Watch ' em while the world to burn, tryin' to find some serenity with every turn | |
| Aesop Rock | |
| Walk with a maggot brain affiliately over the main gate | |
| Quicker than he flickerin' at a pancake? | |
| Shitkicker, mini, and busy, in darkcity, wick lit, tryin to make a shark frenzy bark pennies | |
| Chorus x2 | |
| Poem | |
| Diabolical times of mass murder, time full of it | |
| Speak ease even conversations is nuclear | |
| They fear when its a group of us so we roll in packs | |
| Space age patriot act, they got your phone tapped cousin | |
| What you gon do? Don' t let fightin' this beast make a beast outta' you | |
| Sometimes I feel like a monster cleanin my 12 gauge | |
| Contemplating if I can murder or not, escape routes, and getaways | |
| But the rude awakenin' is man, they lockin' us in cages | |
| Tellin' us to abort our babies while they collect sperm donations | |
| Attempted depletion of a righteous nation | |
| We got a 100 cable stations, but something is what none of ' em are sayin' | |
| My eyelids achin' from bein' open so wide, space age genocide | |
| They can try but they can' t hide, the fact that there' s hope | |
| My history ain' t start on no boat, chained and bound | |
| And the beauty is found that we fall, trip, but never hit the ground |
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