Your Days Are Numbered song by Kopyrite from Primary Album Album not found. The music is composed and produced by Joel. Genre is Rap music. The Record company is unknown. Released on None.
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Your Days Are Numbered Meaning
| [[Intro] See this right here, this is commentary Not only that, but much, much more It is intended to pick all of you apart You little delinquents, you [Verse 1] I can deliver 3 angles around you, but I’m also destroyin’ em’ Music groups be pointin’ them fingers while material’s loiterin’ Your wack wordplay ain’t getting you heard today But it also feeds the beast in the end, your spirit is the first slain My warning linguistics, will probably cause incidents You still ain’t listenin’, yours are derivative and miss again With the top 40 hit in mind, go ahead, pick my mind Compared to mine, they’re everything but sick this time Get your ass out of your head, mouth bleeding, be autonomous Freestyle and pull out the same crap all the time, get better flossin’ sticks A choice, camp or chips, either one is pain in the head Triple meaning in this bitch, if you choose the chips you will lose instead Moron without “oxy”, Roca Triangle got you squared Ironic though, the weathered truth ain’t fair As fast as lightning from Zeus, the blueprint will cloud your mind You don’t know the real truth, you ain’t getting out this time [Verse 2] A sick disease, delivering spitting images twistedly Efficiently spreading the truth, think it’s insane It’s not fame, but a message for the youth Only like Plato’s Cave, but more well-played Fight back like Pete Rose gambling stakes away Roca Triangle’s real meaning will confuse ya Visible to me, for you the truth is small like Bermuda Eye in the sky, looks at you, I’m the intruder Ludovico has shut it, subliminally I won’t lose ya Fight fire with fire, paradoxes above inspired Inciters of everything, behind the scenes, hard-wired Everyone you know is uninformed or a liar Hold or drop the flask, consequences are dire Only subliminally will you be able to fire Complexions are messagin’, masters of facade The wrath of the “fake god” will come down on the mobs , [Verse 3] Faux-gold, choke-hold Splatter from the head for you, the scene(seen) has no toll Close interpretations of what they stand to mean Could be downplayed subliminally to infinities Picturing epiphanies while viciously fidgeting Deadly epitome of false insanity, literally It’s vital, it’s my gold and your gold in revival Breathing air clean like Lysol, straight from concerts to recitals Worth a thousand jewels from the tales that I spread But you don’t need to follow the feds, we don’t need no fame in the head Every cent in the world, I’ll show you to the tents Screw the cents(sense), actually, subliminal is what I meant [Outro] Pay attention in school kids Or actually, don’t, because what’s taught is a lie You are dabbling with musical fire What you listen to has some very dark roots to it] |
