Stem Lyrics – Debaser
Singer: Debaser
Title: Stem
Hey yo, i don’t even have to show you how the clock works
The gears shift, it hops straight out the boombox first
Sandpeeps came to cover god’s dirt
With a mere grain of it alone, the same claim that our beer stains cover
Yo, we’re tough as nails and hold ourselves together while the others fail
And fall off the face of the earth
You can’t appreciate the best unless you tasted the worst
This is work, we rock hard and clock out, pop stars get stomped out
With no effort, you can check the cadеnces
My man sapient’s got knocks that’ll make your hеad hurt, something contagious hits
It’s an outbreak, you’re safe and sound no more
Once infected, your neck will snap four times in one ball, but just accept it
We hurt fans to this hip-hop-ish, like soul shepherds
Now my step-cousins are bad neighbors in complete anguish, like ethic
So no effort then, we’ll definitely put an end to you
The nw’s coming up, don’t ever say you never knew
The grind, the grit, the hustle, perseverance of a champion
The fall, the crash, i’m passionate, stand again
Determination to see yourself through the useless movement
Who’s ever gonna make it to music has to prove it, take a chance within
I was raised a leader and since then i only stand with them
Hence you hear it through the speakers and it gets deeper than the average pen
Follow the road to the land of the promise
I’m throwing bows, clenched hands in a mosh pit
Steps and sandpeople, to the edge
This fist has been through walls of hatred, on the jaws of satan
I insist that this is where we all should place them
Above the laws adjacent, against the ones that make them
Until their f#cking guns are shaken and i punch the pavement
We’ll never hurt again, no matter what the verdict is
This is a perfect day to murder, hate, and observe the end
My shirt is stained from purple rain and the dirty grit
From kool herc to kurt cobain, i emerge my fist
I got the creative tendencies to be hateful
Sending these mcs to a state of neonatal dependency
We are an entity that is seeking endlessly
For destructively appropriate methods of clarity
To pierce ears and irrigate with what would take
The explosive charge of atomic arms to recreate
To emulate the uncertainty left in the wake
After me and sape 〈…〉 you a face full of adversity
You think you’re hungry? i personify starvation
And partake in ripping it like a credit card statement
Saying this isn’t dope is like high school kids coming home on a friday night
And telling their parents that they aren’t fated
I wish to make plastic that’s retaining its worth
But i ended up deranging my terms, eating plankton and germs
I’m not part of the gang, but i burnt down the arcade
Now you hate, but it only stems from us hating you first
I’ll knock you off your axis
With javelins and battle axes
You wanna play with fire?
It’s al-one and john the baptist
Sandpeople’s where the sack is
Putting the northwest on the map
This is for sack of the rap ambassadors
With a soul that’s sicker than average
Look we’re splitting the cabbage
Switching
Sticking and jabbing
Spitting is savage
We’re heavyweight
You featherweight
Get crushed beneath the canvas
The shepherds never missing
We ain’t messing around
Through meticulous observation
Learn to govern the sound
And bend these bars unto our will
Until this music comes out
Capture an image on page
Hating our views with our mouth
Sandpeople, yeah that’s who’s in the house
m#th*rf#ck*rs, i thought you would have knew it by now
Tear the roof off this b#tch
Defecate on the crowd
Because i’m ruthless with spits
Geronade on a clown
We got it moving like grenades on the ground
Now you know who’s controlling the crown
I’m mmo hyphy baby, 〈…〉 on the map
You got a problem with that pimping
You can kiss my 〈…〉
I’m like that good good, overzealous, radio hit this
Drew the line in the sand, so keep your distance
Embrace the difference, we way ahead of y’all
Pay attention to my verses, like they’re laced with adderall
After all i’m blessed, my dna
Won’t settle for less than 〈…〉
I’m just another of the opinion, that time does suck
But you can get to anywhere, if you take the right bus
Money’s only another symbol of blind trust
A tool that we invented to polish and grind rust
Everybody looking for signals to buy stuff
Why do we let the dictionary define us?
You grind me into powder and crush me to find dust
You do that and you’ll only go injure my mind’s crust
Yo’, you asked what i said, did i stutter when i spit?
Your dad’s probably dead, and your mother is a b#tch
So for that i got arrested and harassed by a badge
All because he got molested in his #ss by his dad
I want a pistol in his wife, 〈…〉 knife out his dog
This is war, f#ck the white house
And f#ck the house of 〈…〉
Kill these rap stars, spit filthy #ss bars
I guess it’s a crime, so call me guilty as charged
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