Текст песни Sons of Jerusalem (feat. Zensoul) - The Thought
Cherry-picking
grave-robbers
It
was
Bush
not
the
Clintons
with
a
gay
daughter
Slurry
made
from
rainwater
Mixing
in
with
construction,
a
little
brain-fodder
What's
that
over
yonder?
But
a
pile
of
the
money
that
I
squandered
Every
path
I
wandered
after
crashing
planes
I
chartered
First
you
got
to
mean
something
if
you
want
to
be
a
martyr
If
I
want
to
be
a
father
got
to
reckon
with
this
I
shouldn't
even
bother
if
I'm
guarding
a
fifth
'Cause
the
odds
of
burning
gardens
off
the
art
of
the
swish
Take
you
past
the
begging
pardons
'cause
you
already
switched
And
I've
started
my
departure
from
the
paths
I
was
shown
Past
the
avenues
of
addicts
who
told
Jack
he
was
home
Could
you
imagine
if
I
hadn't?
Turn
my
talents
to
stone
I'm
the
fact-check
you
lacking,
got
no
backing
to
show
I
been
itching
to
abandon
any
sense
of
understanding
'Cause
the
management
and
labels
can't
acknowledge
competition
Let
me
pitch
a
couple
plans,
and
if
y'all
still
hate
where
I'm
standing
You
can
ditch
the
Planet
Underground
without
the
manned
mission
I
ain't
bland,
I
just
hate
branding,
I
don't
mean
to
be
demanding
But
I
mean
it
without
padding
that
it's
tragic,
my
position
I
don't
need
a
hundred
grand,
I
just
need
a
hundred
fans
All
I'm
asking,
if
you
can,
is
please
sit
down
and
listen
Sons
of
Jerusalem
Those
who
think
they
above,
let's
go
Medusa
them
Jeru
the
damager
blowing
out
a
Buddha
lung
You
got
a
booty
throwing
at
you,
better
move
your
tongue
They
just
want
the
crude
to
run,
shooting
what
they
do
for
fun
Cover
up
the
truth
in
mud,
Noah
really
knew
the
flood
Run
your
customs
through
customs
'Cause
what
you're
accustomed
to
is
nothing
but
a
dungeon
Forgive
me
for
my
lateness
Thought
it
was
some
latency
until
I
got
impatient
Stepped
outside
of
comfort
zones
where
boundaries
estrangement
A
stranger
like
the
Doctor,
I've
adopted
what
was
taken
That
nickel
and
gold-plated,
simple
and
mosaic
Got
diagrams
fit
for
the
dome
in
Stone
Ages
I
been
humble
as
abodes
with
a
huddle
when
opposed
By
the
hundreds
who
were
hunted,
now
hunt
in
the
frontal
lobe
Man,
we
been
God,
this
squad
hunting
more
than
Nimrod
Triple-headed
canine,
cerebellum
chem-dog
Kim
Jung-Il,
Slipknot,
get
bodied
like
Bin
Laden
This
be
the
end-times,
love
and
death
on
a
thin
line
Jump
to
conclusions
like
all
of
America
Making
money
is
more
important
than
your
own
character
All
I
want
for
my
next
birthday
is
an
apology
What
ever
happened
to
honesty
being
the
best
policy?
Can't
upload
love
or
download
time
with
technology
Can't
pass
go,
damn,
this
got
to
be
monopoly
It
takes
courage
to
be
real
and
authentic
Everything
you
heard
from
me
I
said
it
and
I
meant
it
A
young
Jet
Li,
I'm
deadly
just
like
the
Dead
Sea
Fear
of
loss,
over
the
edge,
is
where
it
sends
me
It's
important
to
learn
after
losing
a
fight
It's
not
about
proving
them
wrong,
it's
about
proving
you
right
Sons
of
Jerusalem
Those
who
think
they
above,
let's
go
Medusa
them
Jeru
the
damager
blowing
out
a
Buddha
lung
You
got
a
booty
throwing
at
you,
better
move
your
tongue
They
just
want
the
crude
to
run,
shooting
what
they
do
for
fun
Cover
up
the
truth
in
mud,
Noah
really
knew
the
flood
Run
your
customs
through
customs
'Cause
what
you're
accustomed
to
is
nothing
but
a
dungeon
My
pen
drops
death
notes
kept
in
escrow
The
city
never
slept
when
society
bled
slow
If
pity
never
wept
when
the
diaries
said
so?
Then
any
given
threat
turns
pests
to
pesto
It's
not
a
test
bro,
beware
when
you
tell
lies
The
medium
through
which
we
may
discern
dispels
why
Inhale
L's
for
El,
unveil
the
Twelve
Tribes
Kool
as
LL
with
the
gang
in
Seville
Derive
consonants,
your
continent
tried,
no
getting
through
to
them
Making
use
of
the
Sun
like
hermetic
medics,
Jerusalem
Uh-huh,
yeah,
no
getting
through
to
them
Making
use
of
the
Sun
like
hermetic
medics,
Jerusalem
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