Pegz - True to the Art (ft. Taskforce) Lyrics
[Farma G.]I travel barren lands leavin' a trail of bloody gravestonesHome's where the heart is, this episode starts,backin' uncharted, bloodbath sagasDrowning in the essence of the wrongs of our forefathersI hid my face away in shame n' all familyI staggered through the hardest of wars that's ever beenMy world's caved in, demons possess meI live the ways of the fireflyin' guillotinesBlood covered, mud-crossed cold memoriesLost in the woods with the hunger of 100 thievesDirty faces with traces of a dirty heartI'm (?) journey on a mission for the right to partAccomodate canned heat like the hands of JinnTrapped in a ring, singin' ma praiseBeen a stray cat almost all of my daysAnd nothing won't change til the sky spits flamesCall me the power in man, I'm the strength in strong hands with a devilish planI got my eyes closed, and I'm swinging my axeTakin back what's mine when it's time to react[Pegz]I studied the styleYup it's compiled with moneyHungry as twenty, polynesians round a (?)Cause I ain't got a lab with latest gear to rock ya, but what I have is the heart of a third world doctorAnd I can smell an undercover, spotted cop carQuicker than the rotating blade of a helicopterI got the sixth sense, from an existenceShockin' pussies like dirk diggler's dick's lengthMind open and fist clenchedLyrically crush a brick fence with my grip strength, you don't wanna risk death!... screamin' "I live this", mycrew make you feel shattered like Queen 'liz'bethI mean business, and won't stop til the scene simmersSportin' the wickedest tongue since Gene SimmonsI'm a screen (?) pixel, Vision clear as crystalDiss you like King T for being artificial![Chester P.]My laser bomb paralyze high tech numbersSattelite hunter, storm (?) thunderSpacebelt, (?), shower from above,(?) magma, (?)Lifeforce twister, sorcery and forgeryDrinking the elixir, mushrooms and gingerTrapped in the realms of a free-fall burnerI see all things through the eyes of a learnerDeeper I'm sinking into unconscienceHigh on my medicine, mentally I'm hauntedI'm cautious of praise and I'm praisin to touchI'm nauseous and black, come walk with me bloodLet's torch up this pipe, and blow smoke signalsI hold crystals and eat falafel, and I've been in battlesLike Ghengis Khan, I throw napalms fists and extended armsMy senses are flashin, crashin under stressWhat happened to the meanings?, they're meaning much lessStranded, always underneath these rainclouds, scheming how to break free, verging on breakdown..Stranded, always underneath these rainclouds, scheming how to break free, vergin' on breakdown..vergin' on breakdown...
