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Strands

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May. 26, 20091 viewer

Strands Lyrics

Ethic:
(Come on) Y'all ain't ready, stop
We been a finning off being fox-like
Rock mics 'till this venue's locked
And we ain't patient (naw)
We got too many knots Sape laced
And we doing thangs many said we not supposed to
I'm so cool with they petty talk, let 'em walk (naw)
They can't move and we set to launch (set to launch)
And we been through every test
And marched through to get here, our food comes this year (nah nah)

Sapient:
This here's proof that the best have got doper
You can't see that, you got glaucoma
I'm not joking around, I'm choking you out sodapop soldiers
We got heat you can't touch even with pot holders
You clash with titans, the outcome's hectic
Clowns get stretched like calisthenics
Sandpeeps, P-Town invested
We wearing crowns without a dentist, and now you get it, uh-huh

OnlyOne:
I used to ride the Tri-met
I used to take the 71 over to 66th and walk it

Now every May I'm gone 'til November like Wyclef (I'm out)
The grind is real and no one's lowered the price yet
[...] is thirty-two times ten and I don't write cheques
Life-threatening moments move towards me, I side-step
High-tech, high-def, Ziplock, Pyrex
I dissect life, sometimes it's too hard to digest
Illmaculate:
This uniformity, my crew is swarming like some killer bees
And making music cordially, we trying to build the scene
I'm human, normal [...] and having more so we build machines
'til we lose the war with them and kill our dreams
I'm cutting off the source of their abilities
Smoking cubans imported like vanilla beans
Moving units from Portland to the Phillipines
Any is plenty, I'm fortunate for the little things

Mo-b:
It's SP, let the haters catch fillings
I'ma focus, I'm a star player, like Katt Williams
They cap peeling, and all those cats, they wetter
They more [...]
Yeah, I got my bread, so it's Kum ba yah
Now I'm international, start a coup d'état
Booyaka, booyaka, that supplier, supplier
Bring a whole new meaning to friendly fire

IAME:
Yeah, we got this, the clock ticks something obnoxious
Reminding you of what you haven't accomplished yet
Vets to the process, we know hardship best
Taking bong hits to offset stress
Gold:
Now made a conflict rest
We conquer concerts and e-commerce
Something monster shit [...]
Foster your inner conscience
IAME:
They out of bounds with self-centred transcripts
Gold:
Long story short
IAME:
This is how the sands shift (nah nah)

Gold:
Per second perfected to every pixel
Inflicts through damage to live to and die by
My, time flies, I don't mean to scare your perception
Or barbecue your eyesight, I offer you my blessings
IAME:
Knocked the fluorescence out your limelight
I'm restless, resisting the law, like, fist up
When a line between fighting for gets twisted
Gold:
Or tested man, we're invested in the vision
IAME:
Long story short
Gold:
Fuck it, dog, listen

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Credits
Produced By
Recorded At
Sape's Basement Laboratories
Release Date
May 26, 2009
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