Dalek Three Rocks Blessed Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I slaughter lies in drinking malts and not the porters
This ordinary revolutionary lived and fought that
Modern Malay, mainstay in mainstream
But swam upriver, full steam, with no liver
Hard to figure, logistics and logic entangled
Mangled figures in shadows pose no threats
This interlude escapes me, kept my tongue wet
Daily variation varies on technique one speaks
Dälek dead verse no rehearse when two meet
Magnetic poles read like dead sea scrolls
Competish' got beat like Rick did Lucy
In sky with diamonds, kept in army jacket lining
Sense what that facial structure's hiding
Shifty eyes shift like the sands of time; eternal
Reaching for that dagger in their boot, and their burner
Urban turmoil got me coiled like cobra, never sober
My soma thrown off the cliffs of dover
[Hook]
Three rocks blessed before them hit the floor
Took the bottle to the chest, till the head said "no more"
Pleasures of a man who's poor
Revel in the pain I endure

[Verse 2]
Known to utter ramblings of winos off of straight head
Young, poor and hated, a darker shade kid
Caught them eye sores, mad jaded, kept my vocals gated
Recessive traits emerge when resting on crates Sipping ancient grapes, altering mindstates
This life on crumbled papes of a street poet
Kicking gutter poems, at 8 ohms
Unbalanced chrome speaks my misery
Forgotten history through modern griot
These kids don't rock, speaking on what they have-not
Swore to god they hot like them weed spots and quick to pull that Glock
But where those skills they got? Where's my culture?

[Hook]
Three rocks blessed before them hit the floor
Took the bottle to the chest, till the head said "no more"
Pleasures of a man who's poor
Revel in the pain I endure
[Verse 3]
Transformation from norm to higher apex
Truth got stretched like latex
Their concern now lay on paychecks
Outer lobes got annexed, dramas play like hamlet
On modern stage, this script to ears fall vague
Now look this mess you made
Caused me to invade type Christian on crusade
Should do you in like Cain
Did Abel, and render you disabled
Should wrap this mic cable round your vertebrae
Till your vocal's strained
Some say I'm deranged
I ate the paintchips off my window pane
Just to dull the pain. I must maintain