Priority Songtext
von Maleko

Sublevel Epidemic
Red Norwegian Chinstraps
Below the surface
Curb Servants
Fools don′t know
Shady readers do not know
Hairs in the scene
Quit talking shit, dummy

The turn of the earth, my gift and my curse
Me and my folks, we stick to what works
We live and breathe by the beat of these words
Put the music first, after death comes birth
The turn of the earth, my gift and my curse
Me and my folks, we stick to what works
We live and breathe by the beat of these words
Put the music first, after death comes birth


Bouncing off the walls, light speed, ricochet
In a state of mayday, mayday, dissipate
Invest time, capturing rhymes with a line
Like a fishnet, classical crimes, underline
Underground, great white shark swallowing sound

Hole passing around, foes following rainbows
Looking for that pot of gold before I grow old

Making music straight from the soul, on a roll
Two thousand and three, we make you bounce to the beat
As you lounge in your seat, or when you're out in the street

Up a mountain that′s steep, got you counting the sheep
And you still can't sleep, you can't sleep
Keep one eye open wide
On the inside, looking outside, touching the vibe
I′ve died more than once, there′s a sense of pride
That I feel when I ride the beat in high tide
Naturally infatuated, graduated musically
At one with the bass hum and the drums
Gradually appreciated, charged with public nudity
Here they come, face numb, hold your tongue


The turn of the earth, my gift and my curse
Me and my folks, we stick to what works
We live and breathe by the beat of these words
Put the music first, after death comes birth
The turn of the earth, my gift and my curse
Me and my folks, we stick to what works
We live and breathe by the beat of these words
Put the music first, after death comes birth

Hand me the page, string the beat, count the rings
Long expand, lamp, walking, talking to the inner man
Lost inside, kamikaze guy blow up
Can't shake the face that show up
No cost for lost, the boss deposits

Clogging over proper movements
Swimming on your shoulder, diving down your hips
Grab the mic, rip with lips
Stick this in your kit, Gidget
I got gadgets for the cabinets
So must I, move the musket while I musket rolling
Patrolling the scrolls that rolls swift

Swayed his way and pick up on the drift
No draft, the path is on the overpass
I bounce back rhymes in time to blind folk
I find a toast is how I wrote my thank you
Don′t make my move, my tank will move slower than the slowest poet
Flow with fascination to your focus
The boat I drive is never bogus
Delivery devoted in my eyesight for notice
My office is more confident so keep it brief
No sleep, I weep and mourn

Born to burn, perform, take need to light forms
Jedi, my pen lies at sunrise
For some play on good times, for good times

The turn of the earth, my gift and my curse
Me and my folks, we stick to what works
We live and breathe by the beat of these words
Put the music first, after death comes birth
The turn of the earth, my gift and my curse
Me and my folks, we stick to what works
We live and breathe by the beat of these words
Put the music first, after death comes birth

So I'll be taking a moment, knocking out my worst opponent
Stacking up the trophy, passionate, reanimate the frozen
Decadent and chosen, directed to oppose all the lost souls
In brothels, an open hand colossal
To bother the pocket author wreaking havoc when he thinks
He really puts his mind to the lines in ink
Like the oceans move when I wrote the tunes
That make the moon and the sun fall dark to the gun
Underhand chop wood with the feet on the run

Your team can catch me later cause this heater just begun

One love is to my homies that hold me up and show me
How the daffodil will rose and roses into healthy
Legitimate, finger print the thinner, dinner made up in her fishnets

Y′all ain't fit to rip, you′re just a featherweight away
For me to plan and get away
Cause I just gotta get it happening, panicking heart rate

Shady, you want anything in a burrito?
I think all these wack MC's wanna hit it before I put it away
You think so?
I think so
I won Bruce Lee in a kung fu kick fight
You know how I beat him?
Sonic boom