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lirik lagu beast-mode – lethal dialect

[verse 1: lethal dialect]
remember summer nights at the school gates
listening to old school tapes till it was too late
before i had to pack my suitcase to move place
yeah its a shame they’re gone, full of pro’s but mainly con’s
i couldn’t name in songs, we used to picture them the same as don’s
discussing saving bonds and campaigns while arranging p-wns
over dom perignon champagne and prawns on food plates with filet mignon
but the truth was in the news-breaks
paranoid feuds based on huge stakes that mutate
faster than they found somebody they could blame them on
remember the day them two older heads came along
my father said ‘in groups of two, you get the brains and braun
the braun is the strength but the brain’s as strong’
i concluded the braun was the man with the screwed face
the brain showed no mood in a fugue state
they pulled a kid out his house in his nude
and what we viewed made a few faint
they mutilated his face and spewed him in blue paint
looked at us and said ‘see kids, selling cocaine is wrong’
i seen a couple of similar situations dawn
it taught me life not utilized, well that’s a true waste
and that was when i obtained a bond
with something somewhere way beyond

[hook: lethal dialect]
when the sun’s low, the street’s glow
fluorescent lights from police sirens, m-ssage parlors and peep-shows
the cost of life’s low and talk’s cheap so
keep your eyes wide open and keep your beak closed
its where i grew up, its where i learned how to be a man
its why i’m constantly in beast-mode
forgive me if i seem cold, i don’t trust much
around here ain’t nothing but wolves dressed in sheep’s clothes

[verse 2: 4real]
i used to go to school, get the same education as some of them
now look at them, hustling has them ducking the bullets
for something they probably wanted none of in the first place
got stuck with full weight, in court awaiting the charge on the gun case
there’s too many indians, not enough chiefs
blinded by cash enough to cut cheeks, look at the kids screaming ‘f-ck peace!’
and throwing their fingers up to police, nothing but thugs
with their badges and uniforms starting wars on the streets
so walk with me awkwardly, through filthy back alleys and dormitories
the poor unfortunates bang heroine but can’t afford to eat
i know its torturous, but every street corner is gonna have its lawlessness
kids wanna be bosses, lacking supportiveness
of course i see the mentality, fixed on what’s unimportant
working like horses for the futures of their sons and daughters
how much longer they going to ignore it instead of sorting it?
the education for youth is imbalanced and disproportionate
they see the fortunes, c0ke on the t-tties sniffing it off of them
with figures political, lavish living, sitting in offices
everyone wants a piece of the action and this is obvious
i watch them building more prisons than clinics and hospitals
how we can we overcome the obstacles if we don’t acknowledge them
impossible, ways to get riches and always an honest one
but i guess we can dream though, the teens murder teens for kilos
breaking the street codes, has me stuck in beast-mode

[hook]

[outro]

- lethal dialect

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