Three Rocks Blessed Lyrics
| Song | Three Rocks Blessed |
| Artist | Dälek |
| Album | Negro Necro Nekros |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:24.132][Verse 1] | |
| [00:25.855] | I slaughter lies in drinking malts and not the porters |
| [00:28.986] | This ordinary revolutionary lived and fought that |
| [00:32.260] | Modern Malay, mainstay in mainstream |
| [00:35.422] | But swam upriver, full steam, with no liver |
| [00:38.365] | Hard to figure, logistics and logic entangled |
| [00:41.825] | Mangled figures in shadows pose no threats |
| [00:45.097] | This interlude escapes me, kept my tongue wet |
| [00:48.221] | Daily variation varies on technique one speaks |
| [00:51.398] | Dälek dead verse no rehearse when two meet |
| [00:54.641] | Magnetic poles read like dead sea scrolls |
| [00:57.616] | Oktopus got beat like Rick did Lucy |
| [01:00.594] | In sky with diamonds, kept in army jacket lining |
| [01:04.068] | Sense what that facial structure's hiding |
| [01:06.486] | Shifty eyes shift like the sands of time; eternal |
| [01:09.739] | Reaching for that dagger in their boot, or their burner |
| [01:12.891] | Urban turmoil got me coiled like cobra, never sober |
| [01:17.086] | My soma thrown off the cliffs of dover |
| [01:19.513][Hook] | |
| [01:30.096] | Three rocks blessed before them hit the floor |
| [01:32.893] | Took the bottle to the chest, till the head said "no more" |
| [01:36.296] | Pleasures of a man who's poor |
| [01:38.675] | Revel in the pain I endure |
| [01:41.060][Verse 2] | |
| [01:42.576] | Known to utter ramblings of winos off of straight head |
| [01:45.873] | Young, poor and hated, a darker shade kid |
| [01:48.813] | Caught them eye sores, mad jaded, kept my vocals gated |
| [01:53.038] | Recessive traits emerge when resting on crates |
| [01:55.469] | Sipping ancient grapes, altering mindstates |
| [01:58.770] | This life on crumbled papes of a street poet |
| [02:01.298] | Kicking gutter poems, at 8 ohms |
| [02:03.476] | Unbalanced chrome speaks my misery |
| [02:05.624] | Forgotten history through modern griot |
| [02:08.195] | These kids don't rock, speaking on what they have-not |
| [02:11.401] | Swore to god they hot like them weed spots and quick to pull that Glock |
| [02:15.201] | But where those skills they got? Where's my culture? |
| [02:20.095][Hook] | |
| [02:21.121] | Three rocks blessed before them hit the floor |
| [02:24.126] | Took the bottle to the chest, till the head said "no more" |
| [02:27.553] | Pleasures of a man who's poor |
| [02:29.934] | Revel in the pain I endure |
| [02:32.092][Verse 3] | |
| [02:33.649] | Transformation from norm to higher apex |
| [02:36.197] | Truth got stretched like latex |
| [02:37.748] | Their concern now lay on paychecks |
| [02:40.337] | Outer lobes got annexed, dramas play like hamlet |
| [02:43.376] | On modern stage, this script to ears fall vague |
| [02:46.592] | Now look this mess you made |
| [02:48.116] | Caused me to invade type Christian on crusade |
| [02:51.138] | Should do you in like Cain |
| [02:52.897] | Did Abel, and render you disabled |
| [02:55.225] | Should wrap this mic cable round your vertebrae |
| [02:58.681] | Till your vocal's strained |
| [02:59.655] | Some say I'm deranged |
| [03:00.707] | I ate the paintchips off my window pane |
| [03:03.716] | Just to dull the pain. I must maintain |
| [00:24.132][Verse 1] | |
| [00:25.855] | I slaughter lies in drinking malts and not the porters |
| [00:28.986] | This ordinary revolutionary lived and fought that |
| [00:32.260] | Modern Malay, mainstay in mainstream |
| [00:35.422] | But swam upriver, full steam, with no liver |
| [00:38.365] | Hard to figure, logistics and logic entangled |
| [00:41.825] | Mangled figures in shadows pose no threats |
| [00:45.097] | This interlude escapes me, kept my tongue wet |
| [00:48.221] | Daily variation varies on technique one speaks |
| [00:51.398] | D lek dead verse no rehearse when two meet |
| [00:54.641] | Magnetic poles read like dead sea scrolls |
| [00:57.616] | Oktopus got beat like Rick did Lucy |
| [01:00.594] | In sky with diamonds, kept in army jacket lining |
| [01:04.068] | Sense what that facial structure' s hiding |
| [01:06.486] | Shifty eyes shift like the sands of time eternal |
| [01:09.739] | Reaching for that dagger in their boot, or their burner |
| [01:12.891] | Urban turmoil got me coiled like cobra, never sober |
| [01:17.086] | My soma thrown off the cliffs of dover |
| [01:19.513][Hook] | |
| [01:30.096] | Three rocks blessed before them hit the floor |
| [01:32.893] | Took the bottle to the chest, till the head said " no more" |
| [01:36.296] | Pleasures of a man who' s poor |
| [01:38.675] | Revel in the pain I endure |
| [01:41.060][Verse 2] | |
| [01:42.576] | Known to utter ramblings of winos off of straight head |
| [01:45.873] | Young, poor and hated, a darker shade kid |
| [01:48.813] | Caught them eye sores, mad jaded, kept my vocals gated |
| [01:53.038] | Recessive traits emerge when resting on crates |
| [01:55.469] | Sipping ancient grapes, altering mindstates |
| [01:58.770] | This life on crumbled papes of a street poet |
| [02:01.298] | Kicking gutter poems, at 8 ohms |
| [02:03.476] | Unbalanced chrome speaks my misery |
| [02:05.624] | Forgotten history through modern griot |
| [02:08.195] | These kids don' t rock, speaking on what they havenot |
| [02:11.401] | Swore to god they hot like them weed spots and quick to pull that Glock |
| [02:15.201] | But where those skills they got? Where' s my culture? |
| [02:20.095][Hook] | |
| [02:21.121] | Three rocks blessed before them hit the floor |
| [02:24.126] | Took the bottle to the chest, till the head said " no more" |
| [02:27.553] | Pleasures of a man who' s poor |
| [02:29.934] | Revel in the pain I endure |
| [02:32.092][Verse 3] | |
| [02:33.649] | Transformation from norm to higher apex |
| [02:36.197] | Truth got stretched like latex |
| [02:37.748] | Their concern now lay on paychecks |
| [02:40.337] | Outer lobes got annexed, dramas play like hamlet |
| [02:43.376] | On modern stage, this script to ears fall vague |
| [02:46.592] | Now look this mess you made |
| [02:48.116] | Caused me to invade type Christian on crusade |
| [02:51.138] | Should do you in like Cain |
| [02:52.897] | Did Abel, and render you disabled |
| [02:55.225] | Should wrap this mic cable round your vertebrae |
| [02:58.681] | Till your vocal' s strained |
| [02:59.655] | Some say I' m deranged |
| [03:00.707] | I ate the paintchips off my window pane |
| [03:03.716] | Just to dull the pain. I must maintain |
| [00:24.132][Verse 1] | |
| [00:25.855] | I slaughter lies in drinking malts and not the porters |
| [00:28.986] | This ordinary revolutionary lived and fought that |
| [00:32.260] | Modern Malay, mainstay in mainstream |
| [00:35.422] | But swam upriver, full steam, with no liver |
| [00:38.365] | Hard to figure, logistics and logic entangled |
| [00:41.825] | Mangled figures in shadows pose no threats |
| [00:45.097] | This interlude escapes me, kept my tongue wet |
| [00:48.221] | Daily variation varies on technique one speaks |
| [00:51.398] | D lek dead verse no rehearse when two meet |
| [00:54.641] | Magnetic poles read like dead sea scrolls |
| [00:57.616] | Oktopus got beat like Rick did Lucy |
| [01:00.594] | In sky with diamonds, kept in army jacket lining |
| [01:04.068] | Sense what that facial structure' s hiding |
| [01:06.486] | Shifty eyes shift like the sands of time eternal |
| [01:09.739] | Reaching for that dagger in their boot, or their burner |
| [01:12.891] | Urban turmoil got me coiled like cobra, never sober |
| [01:17.086] | My soma thrown off the cliffs of dover |
| [01:19.513][Hook] | |
| [01:30.096] | Three rocks blessed before them hit the floor |
| [01:32.893] | Took the bottle to the chest, till the head said " no more" |
| [01:36.296] | Pleasures of a man who' s poor |
| [01:38.675] | Revel in the pain I endure |
| [01:41.060][Verse 2] | |
| [01:42.576] | Known to utter ramblings of winos off of straight head |
| [01:45.873] | Young, poor and hated, a darker shade kid |
| [01:48.813] | Caught them eye sores, mad jaded, kept my vocals gated |
| [01:53.038] | Recessive traits emerge when resting on crates |
| [01:55.469] | Sipping ancient grapes, altering mindstates |
| [01:58.770] | This life on crumbled papes of a street poet |
| [02:01.298] | Kicking gutter poems, at 8 ohms |
| [02:03.476] | Unbalanced chrome speaks my misery |
| [02:05.624] | Forgotten history through modern griot |
| [02:08.195] | These kids don' t rock, speaking on what they havenot |
| [02:11.401] | Swore to god they hot like them weed spots and quick to pull that Glock |
| [02:15.201] | But where those skills they got? Where' s my culture? |
| [02:20.095][Hook] | |
| [02:21.121] | Three rocks blessed before them hit the floor |
| [02:24.126] | Took the bottle to the chest, till the head said " no more" |
| [02:27.553] | Pleasures of a man who' s poor |
| [02:29.934] | Revel in the pain I endure |
| [02:32.092][Verse 3] | |
| [02:33.649] | Transformation from norm to higher apex |
| [02:36.197] | Truth got stretched like latex |
| [02:37.748] | Their concern now lay on paychecks |
| [02:40.337] | Outer lobes got annexed, dramas play like hamlet |
| [02:43.376] | On modern stage, this script to ears fall vague |
| [02:46.592] | Now look this mess you made |
| [02:48.116] | Caused me to invade type Christian on crusade |
| [02:51.138] | Should do you in like Cain |
| [02:52.897] | Did Abel, and render you disabled |
| [02:55.225] | Should wrap this mic cable round your vertebrae |
| [02:58.681] | Till your vocal' s strained |
| [02:59.655] | Some say I' m deranged |
| [03:00.707] | I ate the paintchips off my window pane |
| [03:03.716] | Just to dull the pain. I must maintain |
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