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lirik lagu the red light – smut peddlers

{-sample played in background throughout song-
“my world, is blue”

[talking]
[cage] the f-ckin trump..
[mr.e] yeah cut it up, cut it up
[cage] this ain’t no, this ain’t no bright lights and big city
[mr.e] it’s dark alleys, red lights and no pity

[mr. eon]
i got it, locked, stocked, and two smokin bongs
got trees soaked and drawn, the mute grow dissolve drawn
independent like ralph nader
when i hate y’all like dallas cowboy tailgators

[cage]
i used to cut up my arms
now 12 arms cut up my vinyl p-wns
f-ck fawn, i get embalmed on the john
then step onstage for encore
stab the promoter with the pen from his palm 4

[mr. eon]
east demenic, head dented, so devious
the most mischievous, check out the sleaziest
deep in the dead of night, peddlers getcha head right
this here be a soundtrack for the red light

[cage]
lick the side of my mouth out, see the words, gouged out
letterin, hangin from the jaws, down stout
a verse in blood, that only hybrids see
and the non-creatives test my words fro hiv

[hook: both] – 2x
this here ain’t no bright lights and big city
it’s dark allies, red lights with no pity
for all-a y’all raw dawgs that get gritty
stack ones, carry guns, and live sh-tty

[cage]
you get the tip while i p-ss on the barcheck
give a b-tch some head that i pulled out of a carwreck
am i angelic or just slightly off track
my bones shift when my ripped off wings flap

[mr. eon]
now it’s a d-mn shame
don’t even f-ck with that bull that got time corp
coursin through his veins
eon’s called fierce, cuz he’s all weird
leave the f-ckin record all cut up like paul pierce

[cage]
my pain pour, quicker than paul
painful bulletholes that contain splinters from the front door
you seen how i did ya dawgs
sent ’em home, souls collected, impaled on telephone poles

[mr. eon]
they all be catchin eights when i be slashin fakes
makin fun of me? i’m still pullin out on cl-ssmates
with laser-guided missles that don’t miss
oh b-tch, you don’t wanna test when i hold this

[hook: both] – 2x

[mr. eon]
when the earth is cast, it’s f-ckin gun ashes
with different aspects of microphone spastics
froze elastic, -ss kissed the tragics
swimmin through ya petty bullsh-ttin life jackets

[cage]
for the most glamorous eat this sh-t raw
e.c. put cage down like a sick dog
now kids fiend for my solo lp
like crack addicted co-flow fans, you just flee

[mr. eon]
slayin drones, beat ’em up with sticks and stones
stick with man-to-man, don’t f-ck around with zones
if i’m home or on neutral turf, when i blurt
you will hurt, this mics spurts when i smell dirt

[cage]
i got a bullet with a name on it, d-ck got a blade on it
lung got a stain on it, bottom-feeder get aids on it
i drop sh-t for the crowds to figure out
you touch the mic the crowd’ll breath and pour they liquor out

[hook: both] – 2x

[mr. eon talking]
the starbuck, the word king
alchemist, smut peddlers, ah-ha
my world.. is blue, eastern conference…

- smut peddlers

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