Prelude/de l’amour. lyrics
by atlas
Recently, parchment has been turned into carnage
When the music gets tarnished like the world from car emissions
And carcinogens, spitting, my bars limitless
Sick as a bald kid that's been trapped in a hospital, it's
So ridiculous, fiddle with little ignorance
Just to get a position that's sicker than how they pictured him
Making a sandwich with Ritalin in the middle, and
Get a slice of the bread that's been soaked in the malt liquor, kid
Part liquorice, heart sick of these chickensh*ts
Gotta stick it in mistresses just to show my resentfulness
You might sneeze if you sick of this like me
I'm sipping on iced tea, and i stay with the rhyme syndicate
My, this is as quick as a light flicker, it's
Quite insolent, rap with a tight intellect
Lit like a cigarette, and lost in the cost of it
Honestly, I'm feeling like I'm locked at the top of it