Текст песни They Come In Gold (Live) - Shabazz Palaces
                                                Vanity, 
                                                    I 
                                                love 
                                                you 
                                                for 
                                                myself
 
                                    
                                
                                                Me 
                                                and 
                                                always 
                                                you 
                                                and 
                                                always 
                                                never 
                                                no 
                                                one 
                                                else
 
                                    
                                
                                                Sanity, 
                                                    a 
                                                visage 
                                                of 
                                                my 
                                                wealth
 
                                    
                                
                                                Lost 
                                                but 
                                                always 
                                                found 
                                                before 
                                                the 
                                                idols 
                                                that 
                                                I've 
                                                knelt
 
                                    
                                
                                                Strategy, 
                                                the 
                                                only 
                                                way 
                                                to 
                                                cry
 
                                    
                                
                                                Keep 
                                                it 
                                                do 
                                                or 
                                                die, 
                                                and 
                                                always 
                                                think 
                                                in 
                                                terms 
                                                of 
                                                "I"
 
                                    
                                
                                                Reverie, 
                                                some 
                                                legends 
                                                future's 
                                                past
 
                                    
                                
                                                Revelry 
                                                instead 
                                                for 
                                                it 
                                                renders 
                                                hella 
                                                fast
 
                                    
                                
                                                Capital, 
                                                    a 
                                                sound 
                                                that's 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                rise
 
                                    
                                
                                                It's 
                                                slaking 
                                                unrealized 
                                                until 
                                                essence 
                                                has 
                                                been 
                                                razed
 
                                    
                                
                                                Sepulcher, 
                                                    a 
                                                stage 
                                                enlived 
                                                by 
                                                ghosts
 
                                    
                                
                                                Floating 
                                                off 
                                                with 
                                                bags 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                blood-encrusted 
                                                dough?, 
                                                for 
                                                simple 
                                                it 
                                                is 
                                                him
 
                                    
                                
                                                It's 
                                                black 
                                                and 
                                                feeling 
                                                pedalistic 
                                                catastrophic 
                                                hymn
 
                                    
                                
                                                Darkness, 
                                                the 
                                                light 
                                                that 
                                                flashed 
                                                the 
                                                dead
 
                                    
                                
                                                Keep 
                                                them 
                                                stellar 
                                                layers, 
                                                to 
                                                which 
                                                my 
                                                kind 
                                                is 
                                                the 
                                                heirs?, 
                                                the 
                                                jesters 
                                                game 
                                                of 
                                                vice
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                cries 
                                                incorporates 
                                                slaying 
                                                door 
                                                and 
                                                heist
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                just 
                                                walked 
                                                around 
                                                and 
                                                walked 
                                                around
 
                                    
                                
                                                They 
                                                just 
                                                watching 
                                                down, 
                                                they 
                                                watching 
                                                down
 
                                    
                                
                                                What 
                                                they 
                                                talking 
                                                about, 
                                                they 
                                                talking 
                                                about
 
                                    
                                
                                                Don't 
                                                you 
                                                copin' 
                                                out, 
                                                don't 
                                                copin' 
                                                out
 
                                    
                                
                                                From 
                                                    a 
                                                cold 
                                                clod 
                                                cut 
                                                in 
                                                    a 
                                                deep 
                                                zone
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                sunken 
                                                ship 
                                                with 
                                                the 
                                                ghost 
                                                on
 
                                    
                                
                                                They 
                                                put 
                                                my 
                                                seat 
                                                in 
                                                there, 
                                                upon 
                                                    a 
                                                plaza
 
                                    
                                
                                                Under 
                                                the 
                                                chair 
                                                hot, 
                                                tucked 
                                                in 
                                                    a 
                                                dope 
                                                spot
 
                                    
                                
                                                So 
                                                the 
                                                chrome 
                                                tire 
                                                screech 
                                                every 
                                                time 
                                                we 
                                                hit
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                converse 
                                                in 
                                                ancient 
                                                languages
 
                                    
                                
                                                If 
                                                you 
                                                come 
                                                to 
                                                see 
                                                us 
                                                this 
                                                is 
                                                what 
                                                you 
                                                get
 
                                    
                                
                                                Specialist, 
                                                equipped 
                                                for 
                                                the 
                                                long 
                                                trip
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                my 
                                                jacket 
                                                fits 
                                                and 
                                                I'm 
                                                packing 
                                                it
 
                                    
                                
                                                So 
                                                miraculous, 
                                                kinda 
                                                statuesque
 
                                    
                                
                                                Legends 
                                                carry 
                                                like 
                                                    a 
                                                killer's 
                                                nerves
 
                                    
                                
                                                One 
                                                picture 
                                                worth 
                                                    a 
                                                thousand 
                                                swerves
 
                                    
                                
                                                Facts 
                                                stated 
                                                to 
                                                enhance 
                                                what 
                                                is 
                                                pre-born
 
                                    
                                
                                                With 
                                                the 
                                                white 
                                                whale 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                Pequod
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                finds 
                                                    a 
                                                way 
                                                fast 
                                                when 
                                                the 
                                                road 
                                                curve
 
                                    
                                
                                                It's 
                                                    a 
                                                sea 
                                                saw, 
                                                shall 
                                                    I 
                                                go, 
                                                shall 
                                                    I 
                                                go
 
                                    
                                
                                                Look 
                                                at 
                                                me 
                                                fall, 
                                                did 
                                                    I 
                                                know, 
                                                did 
                                                    I 
                                                know
 
                                    
                                
                                                On 
                                                    a 
                                                gilded 
                                                wing, 
                                                driving 
                                                filthy 
                                                rings
 
                                    
                                
                                                Go 
                                                back, 
                                                go 
                                                back, 
                                                this 
                                                your 
                                                go 
                                                back
 
                                    
                                
                                                Yeah 
                                                you 
                                                say 
                                                cool, 
                                                but 
                                                it's 
                                                an 
                                                old 
                                                act
 
                                    
                                
                                                Shall 
                                                we 
                                                raise 
                                                    a 
                                                drink? 
                                                What 
                                                the 
                                                fuck 
                                                you 
                                                think?
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                home 
                                                where 
                                                angels 
                                                sing
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                my 
                                                favorite 
                                                color 
                                                brown 
                                                with 
                                                pink 
                                                taint
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                believe 
                                                to 
                                                own 
                                                is 
                                                he, 
                                                I'mma 
                                                hold 
                                                the 
                                                chrome, 
                                                    a 
                                                tight 
                                                grip
 
                                    
                                
                                                They 
                                                might 
                                                trip, 
                                                boy, 
                                                'cause 
                                                the 
                                                way 
                                                    I 
                                                talk 
                                                shit 
                                                get 
                                                it 
                                                joy
 
                                    
                                
                                                Them 
                                                just 
                                                walking 
                                                around, 
                                                them 
                                                walking 
                                                around
 
                                    
                                
                                                They 
                                                just 
                                                watching 
                                                down, 
                                                they 
                                                watching 
                                                down
 
                                    
                                
                                                What 
                                                they 
                                                talking 
                                                about, 
                                                they 
                                                talking 
                                                about
 
                                    
                                
                                                Ain't 
                                                no 
                                                copping 
                                                out, 
                                                no 
                                                copping 
                                                out
 
                                    
                                 
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