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The Form

アーティスト：Jonny 5 + Yak  アルバム：Onomatopoeia 

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I'm listening to rap CDs from the middle of the storm Where the weak ones die and the strong ones mourn And the fire in which you burn keeps me warm The final breath of death is the art, the form Is the rap CDs from the middle of the storm Far from the place I was born But I seen it in a porn The producer said he had once burned And he learned how to fill out the form In the middle of the storm With the winds blowin' hard and fast And the hurricane spin throwin' shards of glass Alleycats dump litters and guard trash Feminine skin scraped and shredded Women and men raped and beheaded And taped as they utter their last breath Blood-plastered lips mutter "Fuck that other bastard" Kiss their mother and praise God with the pastor Race to the death Who's faster? Who's faster? The news casters cruised past so they could video tape The raped-and-bruised-bastard Spliced him into segments used after adver- Tisements and regular fake-confused laughter I heard of this disaster But I don't know about it But every rapper's got a flow about it I'm listening to rap CDs from the middle of the storm Where the weak ones die and the strong ones mourn And the fire in which you burn keeps me warm The final breath of death is the art, the form Is the rap CDs from the middle of the storm Far from the place I was born But I seen it in a porn The producer said he had once burned And he learned how to fill out the form The producer passed Heard the blood bleeding Turned, the last words so hot he had a CD burned With a song about the mom and a song about the pastor And fifteen songs sayin' "Fuck that other bastard" Remixed and mastered, humanity clipped Tracks blunted so everybody wanted a hit Takin shit from the hood, makin' it taste good When it played at the club the whole place stood On their tip-toes Wild like flip mode Calypso Snippet so tight they rip clothes At the hip hop hard so the CD skips On an isolated quote from the dead man's bleeding lips "BitchNiggaFag, BitchNiggaFag" Onomatopoeia of bloody fists in a bag of dollars Rich kids hadn't cared now holler "Producer" Produced a gold six figure tag on his collar



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