Silver Lyrics
| Song | Silver |
| Artist | 311 |
| Album | 2013/07/12 Boston, MA |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Lyrics：Hexum/Martinez Music：Mahoney/Sexton | |
| Don't fear mere words cuz if it takes a word ruin ya | |
| You should have already hard you're finished through and soon ya | |
| See that stifling sentences is so much more suspicious | |
| Much worse could come of that so much more delicious | |
| To the dastardly basturdly plans of little mice and men | |
| Ugly rears its head and speaks from now and then | |
| People love to disagree so avoid the endless bout make no attempt | |
| To try and suss the stupid out | |
| But of the racist institutions simple minds belong | |
| Not happy just being human, no wish to get along | |
| Little people need exclusions sucker groups to throng | |
| It makes them feel special it makes them feel strong | |
| Now I got a click but it's more like a family | |
| Not an ethnic trip more like an ethic see | |
| I write the rhyme today tell it to you later | |
| Whether were coming in wack or what it's a waste to be a hater | |
| Graffiti bombs-from the palms-love is so strong | |
| Can't be stopped too long | |
| For the night it will come | |
| Shaped in the form of Mars that stone afar | |
| Ghetto cool Oh well | |
| Now you feel the spell | |
| The color rocks the bell | |
| The king of swing rise to the top | |
| The thythm possessed in ya and it don't stop | |
| The mise is broken The demon locin' | |
| Dropping the bomb and all that is left is the smokin' | |
| Cloakin' chokin; the lyrics are spoken | |
| Infrared vision scopin' condition | |
| Now breakin' 'em all to pieces like a sly rap bandit | |
| Witha fly Lu-Kang kick in Mortal Combat and I land it | |
| So get your own back when I jam it cold and | |
| Hearing about you rhyme style been outmoded | |
| The dopest flow upon the planet | |
| Dope is the word the bro throw up on the down low goddammit | |
| You juice your fucking friends like Dracula | |
| But when we kick you out you're just brokula | |
| You left a big surprise from Pacific Bell | |
| Called all your relatives and your friends in Hell | |
| Now let me tell you something you fucking piece of shit | |
| You'll never have no money, now tell me was it worth it? | |
| You leave a trail of lies that's why you keep moving | |
| We won't come after you we'd only end up provin | |
| In the end revenge send ends to the defendant | |
| I know that statement's true I wear it like a pendant | |
| I know you'll hear this song so I think it's funny | |
| The name is theif or trust and money. | |
| Like Captain Picard we come hard in light years | |
| Our star has long bust but now reappears | |
| In your sky at night rising and immense | |
| Yes you see ourselves in the shine of it | |
| And so passing under the dome of the great sky | |
| Beware we are the stars holmes that you ruled by | |
| Where death reborn into the world is a gift | |
| So the future with no voice of its own will uplift | |
| All is gone | |
| All is calm y'all | |
| Set wrecked in L.A. | |
| In the Wetlands of New York | |
| Atlanta and Phoenix | |
| Portland, Lincoln and N.O. |
| Lyrics: Hexum Martinez Music: Mahoney Sexton | |
| Don' t fear mere words cuz if it takes a word ruin ya | |
| You should have already hard you' re finished through and soon ya | |
| See that stifling sentences is so much more suspicious | |
| Much worse could come of that so much more delicious | |
| To the dastardly basturdly plans of little mice and men | |
| Ugly rears its head and speaks from now and then | |
| People love to disagree so avoid the endless bout make no attempt | |
| To try and suss the stupid out | |
| But of the racist institutions simple minds belong | |
| Not happy just being human, no wish to get along | |
| Little people need exclusions sucker groups to throng | |
| It makes them feel special it makes them feel strong | |
| Now I got a click but it' s more like a family | |
| Not an ethnic trip more like an ethic see | |
| I write the rhyme today tell it to you later | |
| Whether were coming in wack or what it' s a waste to be a hater | |
| Graffiti bombsfrom the palmslove is so strong | |
| Can' t be stopped too long | |
| For the night it will come | |
| Shaped in the form of Mars that stone afar | |
| Ghetto cool Oh well | |
| Now you feel the spell | |
| The color rocks the bell | |
| The king of swing rise to the top | |
| The thythm possessed in ya and it don' t stop | |
| The mise is broken The demon locin' | |
| Dropping the bomb and all that is left is the smokin' | |
| Cloakin' chokin the lyrics are spoken | |
| Infrared vision scopin' condition | |
| Now breakin' ' em all to pieces like a sly rap bandit | |
| Witha fly LuKang kick in Mortal Combat and I land it | |
| So get your own back when I jam it cold and | |
| Hearing about you rhyme style been outmoded | |
| The dopest flow upon the planet | |
| Dope is the word the bro throw up on the down low goddammit | |
| You juice your fucking friends like Dracula | |
| But when we kick you out you' re just brokula | |
| You left a big surprise from Pacific Bell | |
| Called all your relatives and your friends in Hell | |
| Now let me tell you something you fucking piece of shit | |
| You' ll never have no money, now tell me was it worth it? | |
| You leave a trail of lies that' s why you keep moving | |
| We won' t come after you we' d only end up provin | |
| In the end revenge send ends to the defendant | |
| I know that statement' s true I wear it like a pendant | |
| I know you' ll hear this song so I think it' s funny | |
| The name is theif or trust and money. | |
| Like Captain Picard we come hard in light years | |
| Our star has long bust but now reappears | |
| In your sky at night rising and immense | |
| Yes you see ourselves in the shine of it | |
| And so passing under the dome of the great sky | |
| Beware we are the stars holmes that you ruled by | |
| Where death reborn into the world is a gift | |
| So the future with no voice of its own will uplift | |
| All is gone | |
| All is calm y' all | |
| Set wrecked in L. A. | |
| In the Wetlands of New York | |
| Atlanta and Phoenix | |
| Portland, Lincoln and N. O. |
| Lyrics: Hexum Martinez Music: Mahoney Sexton | |
| Don' t fear mere words cuz if it takes a word ruin ya | |
| You should have already hard you' re finished through and soon ya | |
| See that stifling sentences is so much more suspicious | |
| Much worse could come of that so much more delicious | |
| To the dastardly basturdly plans of little mice and men | |
| Ugly rears its head and speaks from now and then | |
| People love to disagree so avoid the endless bout make no attempt | |
| To try and suss the stupid out | |
| But of the racist institutions simple minds belong | |
| Not happy just being human, no wish to get along | |
| Little people need exclusions sucker groups to throng | |
| It makes them feel special it makes them feel strong | |
| Now I got a click but it' s more like a family | |
| Not an ethnic trip more like an ethic see | |
| I write the rhyme today tell it to you later | |
| Whether were coming in wack or what it' s a waste to be a hater | |
| Graffiti bombsfrom the palmslove is so strong | |
| Can' t be stopped too long | |
| For the night it will come | |
| Shaped in the form of Mars that stone afar | |
| Ghetto cool Oh well | |
| Now you feel the spell | |
| The color rocks the bell | |
| The king of swing rise to the top | |
| The thythm possessed in ya and it don' t stop | |
| The mise is broken The demon locin' | |
| Dropping the bomb and all that is left is the smokin' | |
| Cloakin' chokin the lyrics are spoken | |
| Infrared vision scopin' condition | |
| Now breakin' ' em all to pieces like a sly rap bandit | |
| Witha fly LuKang kick in Mortal Combat and I land it | |
| So get your own back when I jam it cold and | |
| Hearing about you rhyme style been outmoded | |
| The dopest flow upon the planet | |
| Dope is the word the bro throw up on the down low goddammit | |
| You juice your fucking friends like Dracula | |
| But when we kick you out you' re just brokula | |
| You left a big surprise from Pacific Bell | |
| Called all your relatives and your friends in Hell | |
| Now let me tell you something you fucking piece of shit | |
| You' ll never have no money, now tell me was it worth it? | |
| You leave a trail of lies that' s why you keep moving | |
| We won' t come after you we' d only end up provin | |
| In the end revenge send ends to the defendant | |
| I know that statement' s true I wear it like a pendant | |
| I know you' ll hear this song so I think it' s funny | |
| The name is theif or trust and money. | |
| Like Captain Picard we come hard in light years | |
| Our star has long bust but now reappears | |
| In your sky at night rising and immense | |
| Yes you see ourselves in the shine of it | |
| And so passing under the dome of the great sky | |
| Beware we are the stars holmes that you ruled by | |
| Where death reborn into the world is a gift | |
| So the future with no voice of its own will uplift | |
| All is gone | |
| All is calm y' all | |
| Set wrecked in L. A. | |
| In the Wetlands of New York | |
| Atlanta and Phoenix | |
| Portland, Lincoln and N. O. |
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