Lair by THE BROTHER K MELEE

You're a sight to behold, oh
But you got a bit of blood in your smile
Cut off from the fold, oh
I see you been bleeding for miles

A cadet or a cab who you gonna call
Hardwired shots fired Westfield mall
Hail blue put tongue to shoe
If you can't feel it motherfuckers gonna feel you
He was mad I mean he was bad I mean he was fast
Then he passed in a cracked bathroom stall, call it
Officer related HAHA, we know what you mean BLA BLA BLA
What’s a synonym for omertà?
Keel over as a nation heals
Kneel for the cheap seats then put the clubs to their
Heels, tsk tsk tsk don’t steal isn’t
It a shame nowadays no one shows zeal
For the boys when they earn it, surely deserving
Of Lucifer’s loose change, holler if you heard it
Drop from the top to top cop to locked shop
Where chop blocks steam with blood just like a hot wok
No officer Jones, yes officer Jones
I am so impressed officer Jones
With how you make nice with the K K Killer
Just an ice coke and smile from all the piggies shepherding
A troubled young man, but do you have a plan
For the others? Like the six young bodies uncovered
Far from the Quik Trip where the Spirit was a lover
The convenience of an idol, chief said call em suicidal
Devil may care for the pale kids
But Legion got eyes for the bail kids
Check in the mail kids, strapped to the rail kids,
Black in the back of a van runnin out of tail kids
And maybe I’m scared of the thin blue hairs
Woven all up in a noose dangling from where
Authority murderous is hovering over us
In bloom like the fruit of the womb of Cthulhu’s lair

Red sky falling on blue

You're a sight to behold...

• Electronic
• Hip Hop
• Rap
• Rock
• blues
• experimental
• garage rock
• industrial
• lo-fi
• psychedelic rock
• punk
• Brooklyn