Rift In The Sky Lyrics

Your fishing will never yield a catch that includes son

Only tokens Malik want are reparative, can't scoop son

Many sides seek to human zoo son

Nah, .12 (one two) bust

Blyat like сука

Revenge is such suca

Buckshot like Spanish flu bug, crew cut

Anti-burning cross, drown and baptize the Ku Klux

No eyes on his plight, Han settler burned his Turkic news truck

Whimpering primal testament

Sip sizzurp it glide intentionally

Scissoring my intestinal

A shift in the type of rhetoric

Steel slithering pipes malevolent

Indigenous cry for reckoning

A rift in the sky developing

Unlocking all the wisdom indifferent to my intelligence

Malik deleted near reach of the lines

Malik recently seen on our shrines

The street sweepers clean he off the sides

Deplete, leaking that hemoglob' shine

Another word for move is power or

Another word for goof is saboteur

Another word for you is coward, lord

Another word for pooch is Labrador

Yo, whose funding funneled dummy slug through son's aorta?

The little street fight we witnessed rendered Malik invisible

Pinnacle of infrastructure? I think not

Futures sink within those fuchsia ink blots

And I know a barricade's a tool, shit

And I know a barricade's a tool, shit

But you made it a moment, shit

And I know a barricade's a tool

But you made it a moment