Things Going Wrong

By atlas

On Beauty & the Blues

Released on August 1, 2010

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[Atlas]

Hit ‘em wit a zebra tag, stay ahead and let ‘em lag

And kill ‘em with the beauty & the beat until they raise a white flag

No surrender for a band on a mission

Here to motivate and flip your bad brains to their proper position

I’m in a major movement not a minor threat

We encourage you to think cuz it ain’t illegal yet

Old soul, fresh spit. Bad break? Tough shit

Tell someone who cares cuz we ain’t buyin your wares

Eat shit, die hard. Come clean, get scarred

Cut me and I’ll cut you back. Put you on the torture rack

Crack your chest open, eat your heart out like a little crab -

Screamin as you steam inside my boilin heat

Enter whore of Babylon, drippin sex & wisdom

Swallow up your children with the son of Jesus sucklin at her teat

This masterpiece was incomplete until I found my voice

To speak for your advancement. Call me Dexter Dubois


[Interlude]

Ain't no things [?]


[?]

[?] puts my mind on the wander

I can't stand what's going on long


[Atlas]

Temple music blastin, city trippin with my books of magic

Cuttin snake’s heads cuz I’m after that venom

Children on the corner, they are leanin out for money

They will lean that way forever. Have you got no love to give them?

Sunset, cedar wood burnin in the dyin light

Flicker to the rhythm of the oncomin night

Blue moon risin over gotham as I stand alone

Pink clouds electrify the sky in my ocean home

I gotta say that this is definitely heaven

We have let you in just to hear the music from a paradise

Lost to the lust driven slaves of the capital

Here for your land and we’ll trade you the flu

Carry our sick to your cell, never get well

Black death, baby, you can eat my plague

Crack pipes glowin under lamp lights, label me a

Street-corner preacher. This smells like apocalypse

Now and I’m lovin it. Swallow down your money clip

Pimpin, cuz the store is out of dead meat and vegetables

Plus shiny trinkets for your earlobes and neck piece

So blow the horn, batten down your bitches and release the beast


[Interlude]

Ain't no things [?]


[?]

[?] puts my mind on the wander

I can't stand what's going on long