Letra de Piecemeal de Mars Ill
Letras de Mars Ill
Letra de Piecemeal
(Verse #1)
Im the explicit version without the illicit cursing/
I sit atop these radio-friendly missing persons/
A diversion from the 9-to-5 grind that youve been working/
An answered prayer, we strike the match that keeps desire burning/
This perverted graduating class is looking for the backdoor/
It goes disco, ska, neo-soul and rapcore/
Collision cracks a smile on a pile of shredded documents/
Theres only so long youll piggyback on our accomplishments/
You tried to say that it was virtue versus common sense/
Guilt trip, thats all it is, so swallow pride and call it quits/
The vaulted lips can fall off with the crabs in a bucket/
In a land of rusty logic and 500 dollar budgets/
But I cant believe the hype. See its not the way that Im programmed/
I read between the lines and fingertips when you fold hands/
In five years, theyll know what I know and youll have no fans/
And Ill still be making classic records as an old man
(Hook)
If you know the words, you can sing these songs/
And keep your hands to the sky so I can read your palm/
We break it into pieces so all ears can listen/
We break it into pieces so all ears can listen/
(Verse #2)
Theres a lot of politicians and lottery tickets selling folly/
Parlor-tricking hollow promise breaking hearts and wallets/
Economics downtrodden. The stock market is struggling/
And all the sorrows packaged up and Fed-Exed to the government/
Subsidizing happiness, mandate what you believe in/
But knowings more than seeing now were choking on the freedom/
That were breathing, and we all take a beating/
When we treat God like a distant cousin cause were so ashamed/
And faith is more than Sunday School and sermons on the weekend/
Speaking loud and pointing fingers and deciding whos to blame/
Blatant accusations knock fam out the frame/
I write the way I write because theres power in the name/
And Christ is not a catch phrase or bumper-sticker tag line/
It cheapens what He did and who He is to all his people/
Were on different pages of the same book. Believe me, thats fine/
Just dont get offended when Dust drops the needle
(Hook)
(Verse #3)
Too hot for TV, radio, magazines and movies/
Put in work off the clock while the sign reads Off-Duty/
Sign verses, Yours Truly, pollute the stream of consciousness/
Im calling public libraries and begging em for sponsorship/
Im the type of guy thats real easy to get honest with/
Never mind the fact that in rap Im like a monolith/
The archetype pondering breaking the bonds that hold us/
In a monstrous move thats reminiscent of the Kold Krush/
Mold my will til it resembles divine covenents/
Share the cup of Christ inside of this blessed suffering/
Divide my publishing so the word can spread and scatter/
Over every inch of global territory much faster/
Cast lots for a chance to advance my point of view/
In an avalanche of rap fans and it all starts with you/
If all hearts could do their part beyond what we feel/
Wed make it in one shot. But for now, well do it piecmeal
(Hook)
Im the explicit version without the illicit cursing/
I sit atop these radio-friendly missing persons/
A diversion from the 9-to-5 grind that youve been working/
An answered prayer, we strike the match that keeps desire burning/
This perverted graduating class is looking for the backdoor/
It goes disco, ska, neo-soul and rapcore/
Collision cracks a smile on a pile of shredded documents/
Theres only so long youll piggyback on our accomplishments/
You tried to say that it was virtue versus common sense/
Guilt trip, thats all it is, so swallow pride and call it quits/
The vaulted lips can fall off with the crabs in a bucket/
In a land of rusty logic and 500 dollar budgets/
But I cant believe the hype. See its not the way that Im programmed/
I read between the lines and fingertips when you fold hands/
In five years, theyll know what I know and youll have no fans/
And Ill still be making classic records as an old man
(Hook)
If you know the words, you can sing these songs/
And keep your hands to the sky so I can read your palm/
We break it into pieces so all ears can listen/
We break it into pieces so all ears can listen/
(Verse #2)
Theres a lot of politicians and lottery tickets selling folly/
Parlor-tricking hollow promise breaking hearts and wallets/
Economics downtrodden. The stock market is struggling/
And all the sorrows packaged up and Fed-Exed to the government/
Subsidizing happiness, mandate what you believe in/
But knowings more than seeing now were choking on the freedom/
That were breathing, and we all take a beating/
When we treat God like a distant cousin cause were so ashamed/
And faith is more than Sunday School and sermons on the weekend/
Speaking loud and pointing fingers and deciding whos to blame/
Blatant accusations knock fam out the frame/
I write the way I write because theres power in the name/
And Christ is not a catch phrase or bumper-sticker tag line/
It cheapens what He did and who He is to all his people/
Were on different pages of the same book. Believe me, thats fine/
Just dont get offended when Dust drops the needle
(Hook)
(Verse #3)
Too hot for TV, radio, magazines and movies/
Put in work off the clock while the sign reads Off-Duty/
Sign verses, Yours Truly, pollute the stream of consciousness/
Im calling public libraries and begging em for sponsorship/
Im the type of guy thats real easy to get honest with/
Never mind the fact that in rap Im like a monolith/
The archetype pondering breaking the bonds that hold us/
In a monstrous move thats reminiscent of the Kold Krush/
Mold my will til it resembles divine covenents/
Share the cup of Christ inside of this blessed suffering/
Divide my publishing so the word can spread and scatter/
Over every inch of global territory much faster/
Cast lots for a chance to advance my point of view/
In an avalanche of rap fans and it all starts with you/
If all hearts could do their part beyond what we feel/
Wed make it in one shot. But for now, well do it piecmeal
(Hook)
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