Verse 1 - Open Mike Eagle
Button my uniform for this stupidness
if I wore a suit and a tie, I'd make a noose with it.
Kill me, kill me, kill me dead.
Spill my head juices open.
Choke me, fill me with lead. 
I won't even raise a limb 'cause I been afraid.
I walk like a zombie and I swim like a renegade.
Favorite nightmare is ten degrees centigrade.
I only know five songs and they're all Gucci's "Lemonade"!
I'm at a tender age when compared
to a dead rotten deer, when the shins get ensnared
and it dies in the trap, but the trap gets forgot
?I'm a god in a trap, and it snaps on the spot?
and the party people clap
till the gavel gets dropped
then we're all sentenced to eternal damnation.
All of us.
Especially you.

Hook - Stik
Ain't nothing promised in life but death and taxes.
No time to rest, stepping over the mattress.
best distractions, collecting protecting fractions.
Looking like success. Overdressed in the casket.
Feeling resurrected, blowing breath into ashes.
It's anybody's guess. Can't connect to the masses.
Felt it in my chest. Hope that I left established.
God directs the steps. Some suggest that he's absent.

Bridge-
Destruction is a habit, insatiable apetite,
can't see it how I see it, they only see black and white.

Verse 2 Tron-
 Whenever I contemplate late nights.
Thoughts flowing like condensate drain pipes.
Concentrate day lights.
Across a pattern of glass shards,
?scatter a wreckage a deck of cards?
my reflection don't play right.
Stack the checkers and check backstories
of facts of what they seem
cause you lack more informative means.
Act serious, carved into wax.
We write letters of light and end them with dark periods.

Verse 3 Kon Sci-
Yo it's hard to understand the dark dwellings of the heavens,
so we capture afterlife, demand an answer to the questions
of eternity- the source of a lifespan.
Indelible daydream, the course of my flight plans.
A glance at the ides even evaluate the sinister God,
Seein it forthright, comparable, clairvoyance to mortals
who talk fight, disposable chalk lines,
fatalities stares cold  
into the abyss of any man's soul.

Hook 2 - Stik

Devil's asking price - yet to be satisfied
Soul still intact, yet to be sacrificed
Ain't been living lavish but actually gratified
Hungry as a haitian with holes in my bag of rice
Destruction is a habit, insatiable apetite
How full is the glass, as it passes your sight
Can't see it how I see it, they only see black and white
while my grey matter splices all these fragments of light.
Gone.


L'Orange & Stik Figa - Decorated Silence (ft. Open Mike Eagle & MindsOne)

Este es el primer episodio del Podcast EL E-Café en el que hablo con María García y Araiz Arranz sobre nuestra experiencia durante las  prácticas docentes online del máster de formación de profesores de español como lengua extranjera de la Universidad de Barcelona y la Universidad Pompeu Fabra.

ELE Café ep.1: Prácticas docentes

En este minipodcast  analizamos tres recursos online para el aprendizaje del español como lengua extranjera teniendo en cuenta los criterios de Sergio Troitiño sobre el léxico y el aprendizaje de ELE.

ELE Café ep.1: Prácticas docentes

Natalia Marfil

Recent comments

Alexandre Schohn

Related tracks