Wait A Minute

By Sin7ven

On Dreamsomnia

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[Hook]

Skin green, hoodie red, eyes are large and white

Type to cut my competition down to size with carving knives

And if words are weapons I've earned my stars and stripes

You should pick up farming life, in rap you get marginalized

Haunted by karmic strife, yes I rhyme gory

Mask faced black caped villain of your life story

And every night, I wake up to a scary voice

Telling me I'm paranoid, ordinary boy


[Verse 1]

Wait a minute, care to give me a ride?

I'm hitchhiking and I would like to have that seat by your side

Or do you not lеt dead people insidе?

What's the matter, I won't bite or try to eat you alive, believe me it's fine

Post apocalyptic, roam the rocky districts

Roads and blocky bricks it's broken rotting sick shit

A fucking misfit, shoulders got 'em big chips

Sin for Necropolis mayor, say your prayers

Broken bottles layer the ground we walk on

The unliving stomp rhythm and sound the car alarms

Be dark or dawn, it's dangerous outside

Inside, I spit in the wind of change and drown mics

Walls have ears, so I hope they listen to my music

And use it to raise the roof, it's not made for you

Waving a bladed tool to get into your head

Fuck a metaphor for sharp tongue, I'll use a spoon instead


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[Verse 2]

Little candle fire, flicker in an abandoned isle

Waves wipe the shore, building castles in the sands of time

The universe is my playground as well as grave mound

And I don't plan on leaving soon - but, do I get a say now?

No, cannibal ghost soul searching at a graveyard

Imagery vivid and alien, word to H.R

Giger, Deadman the rhymer, writer producer

I'll show you your worst nightmare with tie ins and bloopers

So to battle cats thinking that they flow dirty

Stepping to Mr. Seven you getting no mercy

Don't bother writing, your suicide ain't noteworthy

When taking life by the throat I'm known to choke firmly

Like an inefficient vampire

I suck at sucking and tales of battles I been in get told at campfires

Trying to listen to my heart without a snare drum

Is getting boring, like, damn, you bet I'm snoring, and I'm done


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