Song | Halal Cut |
Artist | Trash Talk |
Artist | Ashish Zachariah |
Album | Revenge of Meenakshi |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Trash Talk | |
作曲 : Trash Talk | |
Lacerations, twist and turn your bones | |
Rearrange your facial features | |
Reconstructing, down to mental form | |
Tearing down your misconceptions | |
Go! | |
Creators unite | |
Break down | |
Your so-called masters | |
Again and again | |
I'm back at this pen | |
At the tip of the pinnacle | |
Smacking the chin | |
Off these critical cynics | |
You couldn't diminish | |
The moment I'm in it | |
The end to your gimmick | |
You could've, would've, should've | |
Never ****ed with the menace | |
You undermine us | |
We are the change | |
We'll tear you down and | |
Rebuild again | |
Your secrets aren't so foreign | |
Falling out your place | |
You keep on calling back my name | |
I see you | |
Get down | |
Don't let the desperation | |
Get to your head | |
Are you the man for the purpose | |
When your service is a cry for some help | |
Through the gaps in your fingers | |
And the chinks in your armour | |
Every self deprecating thought | |
In your gut that you harbor | |
With those eyes don't see | |
Anticipating a rating | |
Every step that you take | |
It's validation you're craving | |
From people who don't even | |
Comprehend what it takes | |
To take a pen | |
And slice your guts up all on a page | |
Get Down. |
zuo ci : Trash Talk | |
zuo qu : Trash Talk | |
Lacerations, twist and turn your bones | |
Rearrange your facial features | |
Reconstructing, down to mental form | |
Tearing down your misconceptions | |
Go! | |
Creators unite | |
Break down | |
Your socalled masters | |
Again and again | |
I' m back at this pen | |
At the tip of the pinnacle | |
Smacking the chin | |
Off these critical cynics | |
You couldn' t diminish | |
The moment I' m in it | |
The end to your gimmick | |
You could' ve, would' ve, should' ve | |
Never ed with the menace | |
You undermine us | |
We are the change | |
We' ll tear you down and | |
Rebuild again | |
Your secrets aren' t so foreign | |
Falling out your place | |
You keep on calling back my name | |
I see you | |
Get down | |
Don' t let the desperation | |
Get to your head | |
Are you the man for the purpose | |
When your service is a cry for some help | |
Through the gaps in your fingers | |
And the chinks in your armour | |
Every self deprecating thought | |
In your gut that you harbor | |
With those eyes don' t see | |
Anticipating a rating | |
Every step that you take | |
It' s validation you' re craving | |
From people who don' t even | |
Comprehend what it takes | |
To take a pen | |
And slice your guts up all on a page | |
Get Down. |
zuò cí : Trash Talk | |
zuò qǔ : Trash Talk | |
Lacerations, twist and turn your bones | |
Rearrange your facial features | |
Reconstructing, down to mental form | |
Tearing down your misconceptions | |
Go! | |
Creators unite | |
Break down | |
Your socalled masters | |
Again and again | |
I' m back at this pen | |
At the tip of the pinnacle | |
Smacking the chin | |
Off these critical cynics | |
You couldn' t diminish | |
The moment I' m in it | |
The end to your gimmick | |
You could' ve, would' ve, should' ve | |
Never ed with the menace | |
You undermine us | |
We are the change | |
We' ll tear you down and | |
Rebuild again | |
Your secrets aren' t so foreign | |
Falling out your place | |
You keep on calling back my name | |
I see you | |
Get down | |
Don' t let the desperation | |
Get to your head | |
Are you the man for the purpose | |
When your service is a cry for some help | |
Through the gaps in your fingers | |
And the chinks in your armour | |
Every self deprecating thought | |
In your gut that you harbor | |
With those eyes don' t see | |
Anticipating a rating | |
Every step that you take | |
It' s validation you' re craving | |
From people who don' t even | |
Comprehend what it takes | |
To take a pen | |
And slice your guts up all on a page | |
Get Down. |