I put it on my chakra light
That this is gonna be a toxic night
Buckle your gasmask
The last gas was pure
Oxygen lures imposters in
I don’t have a cure, but a doctor’s skin
I´m not even sure where his locker is
Give me a pop quiz if u wanna see us fail
Don’t blow through the holes of a beat up sail
That’s a tell-tell sign of a lack of confidence
Remember how we made it through the last apocalypse
Do not forget when we been through all of this
Ur nostrils split, and your skin falls of a bit
But we persist through the ether
True believers
Bluish fevers
And seizures hit
We ve seen the abyss
We bleed and we piss on ourselves and we’re killed
But we still re-enlist
Tech
these bloody plans, made by generals
let destinies flow through channels, which mostly lead to agony
rather have a nice fistfight, but that’s not enough for u
in this sphere the biggest arsenal rules
some pull the trigger, the others just point with their fingers
burn down bridges and ways of previous lives,
my mother wanted me to stay
now she’s counting minutes and seconds
already the third month where she can’t sleep, it’s so hard for her
waiting for a little sign of life
at the same time
her son is on the threshold of death
bloody puddle, he’s seeing the last pics like a slideshow
…and i promised that i m going to return
First my father, now it’s me, how will she cope with that alone
So much pain for her, she’s already weak and ill
But that’s fate, all these days in camouflage
All for nothing, what an honour, everything’s just slipslop
Zela Suka
I dread the violence and the pain on TV
I´m in fear and anxiety that
the world is breakin down on us.
But inside of us a force slumbers, an impact.
It carries us, gives us courage
For life, to love, to believe and for peace.
LMNZ
oh man, these are crappy circumstances
they re usin poisenous gases
which will be floodin our lungs soon
when young recruits die
the ground will be soaked with blood
hundreds rest in caskets
i´m askin myself
WHY DO WE GOTTA DIE?
it really ain´t just like "we´re having a row" anymore
what is legitimated here?
tell us the consecrated goal!
is it that someone has a problem with ethnography?
figuratively racism which is pullin the strings
or is it once again just the strive for hegemony?
figuratively just the question
which boss got the most precious dick
or is it all about profit
for the weapon industry
people makin money(german "to make ash")
they r livin for war
we´re lyin in the ashes
and we re dyin in war
ur car is drivin with gas
perhaps we´re just killed for fuel
which is holded by the earth here
but meanwhile we re killin a bottle of whiskey
before our fear "kills our nerves" (german)
so it becomes more difficult to aim (with our weapons)
credits
from Worldwide Rap,
released August 22, 2010
produced, composed, arranged and mixed by LMNZ
lyrics by Michael Eagle, Alexander Hermann, Anila Wilms, Markus Gram
Guitar: Gleb Zagrebin
Drumadds: Fernelly Sarria
Saxophone: Charles Cooper
Scratches: DJ Geraet
LMNZ produces Instrumentals, writes lyrics, composes, arranges music, raps, mixes and records songs (don’t need to be his
own) and simply loves music! Moreover he is shooting and editing videos and photos.
The studied Sound Engineer (Bachelor of Recording Arts) lives in Berlin, Neukölln.
Go to www.worldwide-rap.com/lmnz/info-about-lmnz/ for more details and references...more
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