Talons and Feathers lyrics

by

The Roots


Through hardship and pain, i've guarded my brain with no mark nor a stain
I've studied
The game is f*cked up, the industry knows that they got ya
If Justin Bieber can freestyle over Who Shot Ya
Christopher Wallace must be shaking his head
At the dudes who fake jack but keep making his bread
I'm aiming, to turn a new leaf, and delight you with chapters
Of the non stereotypical Puerto Rican and white rapper

Cold weather, balanced endeavors
Bold and clever, talons and feathers
Mice and men, sons and daughters
Hell and brimstone, sun and water
Reflecting lights, darkness follows
Pride and joy and the heart you swallow
Sad days, colder nights
Vagabonds, swords and fights
And clinching wars, soring words
Wounds are cut to alluring words
Absurd visions, limbs and weapons
Tarred and taloned, brains are kept in
Deep holes, peep holes
See trolls with seeped souls
And i'm geeping, uplifting anguish
Pens and paper what i came with
Studio feeling, deaf thoughts
Tears and flowers are what death brought
My breath sought in 39 degrees
If you saw what 39 sees
You would turn nicer, burning ice
Just kills an ant who lives twice
So what is life, but a poetic question
Mirror images, contraceptions
Contradictions
You could never be bomb as this, this rocking diction
Your just a pus*y like the thing my di*ks in
I'm tripping, this track what i'm ripping
Listen to what he say
Prophets are born to a crack whore everyday
Till the levee breaks
I will hold this mic and go down in every way
Black and blue, Maxx is through, never a slice of pie i take out
My rhymes just grow like plants you grow like acne, what these fagots break out
Lions den, dying friends
A chicken sh*t b*tch is a lying hen
I will write into this pen
And end you before the Myans can
Simaltanious, brains is just aiming at your fortress
Damian rhymes, crack craniums like tortoises shells
I cannot afford this hell
I'm bored like a baby born into a cell
Breaking my hell, making my swell feelings
Brailled meanings are just a screening
I'm Lupe with a loose face
Your too gay, I'm James Bond, your just a wild goose chase
97
My unborn brothers and sisters dined in heaven with wine and 7 fine feasts
I'm clever i'm beast
I'm the man, you get bread, i'm yeast
Jewelry is superhero dumb-foolery
Having emcees saying Jimmy Carter just schooled me
A through Z, i spray through beats
And gays see defeat, every day a week
Blame my beat, blame my heart my passions
Fast lane passing, seat belt un fastened
Crashing, never outlasting pain, i think Satan is a has been
Tough? my life has been
Catch up, man i got these raps in
Awesome, call 9 uno One
f*ck that Maxx is never done

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