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Disgrace (feat. Poet Muse, Bansi the Creator & Gravity)

Lokal Gang

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Disgrace - Lokal Gang ft. Poet Muse, Bansi The Creator, GRAVITY (Prod by shvngdu) | Issa Gang | 2020

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Créditos

AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN

Lokal Gang

Künstler:in

KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT

Tanvi Deshmukh

Songwriter:in

Adwait Bansode

Songwriter:in

Akshay Poojary

Songwriter:in

Letras

[Verse 1]

I raise a middle finger, man, you deserve it

Don't teach me bitch, I know what my worth is

I'm nervous, going 'round in the circles

Gods on the stage that's what my cult is

You frustrated animals straight outta circus

Dropout noobs keep hanging on the surface

Don't think I'm dumb, I can see through

A killer behind veil thirsty for yo' blood too

I'm going deep in this war, keepin' it clean

Kill you all, make a murderous scene

The shamans of hip hop, faith healers

Semi-divine warriors, no slangs on the beat

Bandit queen of the gang, rebelling against the odds

Vice verses, lifting up the bars, I'm ripping off the scars

Flowers to yo' grave, I'm marriеd to the art

You wanna die twice? Lеt's take it from the start

[Verse 2]

My tears are a disgrace

Mascara on her face

And we bleed till we end this life

But we couldn't even end this night

My tears are a disgrace

Mascara on her face

And we bleed till we end this life

But we couldn't even end this night

[Verse 3]

My name bigger than the picture that you fit your face in

Trying to find my peace, under a pillow case and

My vision stolen, but dreams like a golden goose

I wanna touch the sky, I wanna plough the moon

Farm mentality, sow the seeds too deep

Wanna harm my trees? Break your knees to plead

Listen, my backwaters, black water, don't take a dip

Serve you food for thought, then I can take a tip

I take a sip, this Old Monk my antidote

Lotta snakes, don't let the poison grab your soul

Even my average goal is set in stone, so

Don't flex with your writings on the wall

I'm a beast, an anomaly, perfect lobotomy

On your brain, it's pain, when I get on your veins

You will be slain, so hey, there ain't no stopping me

Until you take my soul you're never robbing me

[Verse 4]

I be high all the time, yet I always know my role

I'm intoxicated but I never ever lose control

Don't you ever take my soul, like a phoenix made of gold

I'll be your loving memory, the child of your ghost

High all the time, yet I always know my role

I'm intoxicated but I never ever lose control

Don't you ever take my soul, like a phoenix made of gold

I'll be your loving memory, the child of your ghost

[Verse 5]

Got a bitter tongue, mind blowing like acid

Too much rage caged in my skull, it is tragic

Summon the spirits, evocation of their ashes

Make sacrifices, nothing over here is magic

So it's like that, let these motherfuckers bark

They crying out with nightmares, stray dogs with eyes red

Got demons from lanka don't cross the threshold

Ravaans on the hunt you ain't getting yo' life back

Misfortune stabbing like an unfaithful wife

Blind folded human race coming with a price tag

Disgrace on my face, don't brag about yo' skills

Load a gun with bars, make you rest on ice bags

Asura Raktabija, flesh eating nightmare

Feed yo' soul to her, you ain't doing right here

With a bow and arrow I run this battlefield

Shred you with vajrabaan like these rhyme schemes

Written by: Adwait Bansode, Akshay Poojary, Tanvi Deshmukh

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