Inhumane YCK
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[Chorus]
We don’t need names, you’re the new slaves
Lining up their pockets, inhumane and look who’s talking
We don’t need names, you’re the new slaves
Lining up their pockets, inhumane and look who’s talking
[Verse 1]
Eyes real low, blowing out the weed smoke
Fuck anybody knocking, I don’t check the peephole
9' with the attachments, promise all the cash mint
No bills marked, passed out from the absinthe
101 inside, sweating in the sweatshop
Bitch I come up with a weapon, leave em fucking shеllshocked
Holding me accountable, lеgal a liability
Failing to recognize what I’m injecting it’s killing me
Stricken and wicked, I’m forbidden out the holy garden
He's arisen, take the picket sign and nail it through my arteries
I’m feeling like I’m dying on molecular levels
It’s my receptors, they’re directing, shoot the messenger vessel
I’m so gone, leaking inside me’s only carcinogenic
Predisposed to be a loner coded, it must be genetic
You wouldn’t notice day to day but I’ve been face to face with death
My cessation and location at a later date in depth
[Chorus]
We don’t need names, you’re the new slaves
Lining up their pockets, inhumane and look who’s talking
We don’t need names, you’re the new slaves
Lining up their pockets, inhumane and look who’s talking
We don’t need names, you’re the new slaves
Lining up their pockets, inhumane and look who’s talking
We don’t need names, you’re the new slaves
Lining up their pockets, inhumane and look who’s talking
[Verse 1]
Eyes real low, blowing out the weed smoke
Fuck anybody knocking, I don’t check the peephole
9' with the attachments, promise all the cash mint
No bills marked, passed out from the absinthe
101 inside, sweating in the sweatshop
Bitch I come up with a weapon, leave em fucking shеllshocked
Holding me accountable, lеgal a liability
Failing to recognize what I’m injecting it’s killing me
Stricken and wicked, I’m forbidden out the holy garden
He's arisen, take the picket sign and nail it through my arteries
I’m feeling like I’m dying on molecular levels
It’s my receptors, they’re directing, shoot the messenger vessel
I’m so gone, leaking inside me’s only carcinogenic
Predisposed to be a loner coded, it must be genetic
You wouldn’t notice day to day but I’ve been face to face with death
My cessation and location at a later date in depth
[Chorus]
We don’t need names, you’re the new slaves
Lining up their pockets, inhumane and look who’s talking
We don’t need names, you’re the new slaves
Lining up their pockets, inhumane and look who’s talking
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