Sandpeople - Paperwork - B-Sides Vol. 1
http://www.cdbaby.com/cd/sandpeople6
in order: mo-b, al-one, illmaculate, onlyone, simple
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eyes closed, blindfolds, apostles, lost souls, lost hope, fossils, not so, god knows
(mo-b)
i got that rollercoaster plummet stomach bad case of nerves
lost bag of herb...pushin paperwork
erryday i earn for that next mammal
[if] any puss in my left hand..in return
i want the tables turned..where the grass is green
where the [first] disperse..without that yard debris
i want this prophecy..to be my pot of gold
but these dark clouds wont never ever let the sun show
there aint no rainbows..there aint no proven path
just some land goals..so please point and laugh
i used to wear a mask..just to be at ease
cause im at combat with my inner deities
(al-one)
indent the page clear my head of all thoughts of bein
..trapped in this cage with my head on a block
me and my god have a separate walk..but i still walk wit' him
and whether or not you think he hears me i still talk to him
why dwell on my wrong doings for too long
stewin in my own problems aint no new song and dance
and i wont leave my fate up to chance..i gotta
take what i can you can relate or you cant..well
..with so much on my plate as a man
my motivations and plans get rotated around..hell
..aint enough time in the day
but im a find me a way to make it happen it wont fail (1:20)
(illmac)
we pushin paperwork,
a slave to work nine to five,
pushin weight in work tryin to grind,
we gotta make this work and often times,
its worse than it seems the birds'll circle my dreams,
the sun'll burn the sky in hills that it hides behind
(onlyone)
my decision was clear..instead of a cigarette i put a pen in my ear
before mo-b had driven me here
the right driven from fear to fight this stressful intention
im just tryin to be successful and make it,
for all i care..leave my dead body for the jekylls and ravens
just a worthless vessel here to search and rescue with satan
i never saw why..birth is a special occasion..since mine
feel like ive been cursed to wrestle with satan
arch angel..that brings armageddon i be gabriel
i walk the streets armed to the teeth like a navy seal
and its crazy still..i was raised by wolves
hustlin till my plate is full im a capable mother fucker
i sleep on the floor..and think about my peoples thats poor
in ways to even do more even the score then..
put police in a morgue..or cut my wrist till they leak and they pour
on the rug while mother beats on the door..she needs support
either or..they tell me make jesus my lord
but i question what i believe in it for
we explore..science make me believe in it more
i rerecord for the fans that aint bein in stores its through the source
(simple)
recursive that hell disperses with dry comes
no one tells the first person that they wanna die young
foul mouths tell better lies with dry tongues
pity no one listened to the song that the spy sung
he's down among you in a wool coat..with sharp teeth
stark speech twisted soul piled in a dark heap
and uses his in-satisfied empirical requirements
he only comes to blow up and burn down environments
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