"Sentiments 01:05"  Parental Advisory genre: Hip Hop
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	Just so you know, we really are all pretty sentimental, soft folks. Maxfield is sick of the killing; Savage senses that something is wrong; Ginzu sees a bad moon peeking over the horizon.
	CD: The Lying City EP   Label: HPK
	Story Behind the Song The motivation was this sad-ass beat. Lyrics Sentinels 01:05 The Sentinals The Lying City EP [jesse] I was Tired and miserable when a higher hand beyond the Physical grabbed me somewhere visceral.. then I became a Firebrand rhyme assassin, covered the entire land in Crimes of passion - It was at times distracting Now I'm camped out in a cemetary. Maxfield Makes it a policy - I never carry black steel Tallying the wasted MCs in roman numerals Killing in cold blood, crying at their funerals .And at their burials, a morbid fascination Battles with my dread at pulling more assassinations I'm not cut out for this work, and yet I'm drawn to it I know it's wrong and yet it's like I'm a conduit Some kind of vessel for the will of malevolent forces In hopes of breaking free, I study all the relevant Sources, and so far from what I've understood The reason I'm using my rhymes for evil instead of good Is a tired old hackneyed cliche, to put it cutely "Absolute power corrupts absolutely" I can't stop killing those whose rhymes are smelly and chintzy Too jiggy, too hard, too Machiavellian Prince-y Justice is severe and based in retribution, you're Looking at the judge, jury and executioner .. I'll never understand why you chose me for your foul, bloody crime [jeff] Most bitterest gall doth dispose me to act (...something something... uhhh) [troy] There's a dark cloud behind every silver lining, the timing is accurate we just gotta get our heads in check, I break beats like elbow joints snapped backwards, mc's with wackwords will be hunted down from the urban to suburbia I don't care who heard of you, where you come from, or whatever imaginery horrors that you claim you'll never run from good guys finish last unless they cheat in the running, the sentinalz got my back and we can see you coming from miles down the road I'm not about to be told by some fake mc with gold chains and minor skills hyped on speed pills, you want cheap thrills look elsewhere than my rhymes I flow prophetic to the time scale - and till the day that I die I plan to play off my skills, give you weak minded kids the chills, I work hard to pay the bill and maybe leave a little tip for next time when you see me and my rhyme blows your mind to oblivion - we're living in the last days of earth, 2 0 0 0 new mellenium happens right there - neon, animated plug and play nightmare in stereo, when the machines play us like we played super mario invariable parameter code, we flip the jumpers, flip the script and slip away into stealth mode - you become the host, we'll be the parasite parallel to the afterlife heaven and hell,

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