Genre: Hip Hop/Rap
Sims: I read the New York times in these LA times / Doomtree fly them pirate flags high, hang ‘em dry / Ride with them rough bass lines while you’re trying to keep up with the cut brake lines / Kill the king leave the crown / spill the drinks on the ground Can’t you see the flames feeding off your sleeping town? / This city is oblivious / plugged in punch drunk / everything electric and hideous / Hollywood babies baby built on mass diversion / slash and burn the self-worth / children visit plastic surgeons / Live bait or so the signs states / we went from primates to inmates of the mind-state / But I sense a set-up through the bent antennae settling / federally approved amphetamines Ephedra peddling / Who works the levers and who dances for metal rings? / Which one working your strings? / How does that pendulum swing? / The condition of things fall apart / a call to arms / protect your neck / pull your head out of that shopping cart / My name is Sims I push the pins in your leather heart / pull the thread and stitch together all your severed parts
Hook: This is the life / this is the free nobody else gets / Scared that this is the life that you be left without / left behind / pressed aside / This mess was left it’s / lockdown 48 states wide / Just try / I don’t laugh cause I’m past the fear / I hassle masses that trade they rights for a life they hold dear / And this is real right here / And I will laugh in the face of anybody who wastes they one time and place / right here right now / There’s gonna be an accident.
P.O.S: When you feed the hungry guns / and knowledge of our funds / and suck up whatever runs / and power leaves ‘em with none / they pick up when you were done / with knowledge of our guns / and towers rumble to crumbs / You think that was an acci- dent? / And when your people seem shook / as you freely cook up the books / make ‘em greedy for second looks / stay deceiving and leave ‘em took / No retrieving ‘em off the hook / Leave ‘em bleeding on foreign soot / Keep ‘em reading whatever meaningless media you can rook / Well / there’s gonna be an accident / for the practicing passionate / Trap has been latched / kids are in it Menace and villains / The cynics don’t do nothing but climb up in it and whine / do they time / ready and chillin’
|1||Close Your Ears|
|6||Dots & Dashes|
|7||Game Over (Go Big Or Go Home Boy)|
|14||Let Me Tell You Baby|
|15||Down The Line|
|17||Pop Gun War|
|19||Liver Let Die|
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|Doomtree - Doomtree Album Lyrics|
|1.||Close Your Ears|
|6.||Dots & Dashes|
|7.||Game Over (Go Big Or Go Home Boy)|
|14.||Let Me Tell You Baby|
|15.||Down The Line|
|17.||Pop Gun War|
|19.||Liver Let Die|
|2||Off In the Deep|
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