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DRILL MUSIC IN ZION

"DRILL MUSIC IN ZION" Lyrics by Lupe Fiasco

Yeah

The August symphonic, power of ablonic

To heal still, medical bill trill harmonics

Silver sonets from the Bonyuesian bonets

I leave a whole sleeve down in CondoMake me cold, past the ‘mote controllese’s comments

Cop a reebonix, competent and gannet

Godzilla’s economics rock gondolas ’til you vomit

Bigger than the tongue and write signatures with a Thomas

Great Wall of China climber and Bonny will correspond it

Opera onyx, popular’s for convicts

Stay below the doppler, turn Robotniks into sonics

Positioned jostlers, monitor hegemonics

Robots make the robots that solder the electronics

Nostradamus couldn’t bother to keep a promise

Logic’s on the rocket, what profit defeats a conscience?

Somebody’s daughter is contemplating the convent

But a man with a dollar is slobbering for her honchos

Mouth is just watering for some nonsense

And this might be the moment her modeling probably launches

Gobbling collard greens through the rumpus

Washing gasoline, watch hollering, replace a congress

Golden gossiping auditing through my content

Running out of water, just pondering where the pond went

World’s hottest summer, we’re wondering if they pawned it

Desperate for the credits to come tumbling through the conflict, yeah

These episodes of the soul

Make me cold, pass the ‘mote control

Can you make a ho’ fold?

All the drill music in Zion

These episodes of the soul

Make me cold, pass the ‘mote control

Can we make a ho’ fold?

All the drill music in Zion

Now there are those that resoluted to wreck

Got caught, fought, lost, electrocuted to death

Came a little late for the rescue and the flesh

DNA exonerates posthumously whatever’s left

No resurrection but reputation’s correct

The revelation brings decorated regrets

All due respect, it’s not really about fair

Collective sigh ’cause the real killer’s still out there

Probably calling up police

Complaining ’bout his neighbours or just walking on the beach

Why should he have such views of the ocean?

And not be hanging from the gallows with his neck neatly broken?

I let it soak in, then I put the soap in

Then I put the boats in, then I play with both them

The hot tub’s now lookin’ like a yacht club

Makin’ sure I get all of the shoes like a bot does

Neighbor is pissed

Tells the cops “if he wants to bathe like a sailor

Live on a container ship”

I party all night and the bangin’ is intense

‘Cause I know exactly what you did

And you gon’ pay for it, you bitch

These episodes of the soul

Make me go past emote control

Can we make a ho’ fold?

All the drill music in Zion

These episodes of the soul

Make me go past emote control

Can we make a ho’ fold?

All the drill music in Zion

We’ll end this shortly, story moral is the same

You either fly into the portal or put the portal over the plane

Coralling mortals is nothing short of insane

Let’s try and turn this quarter water to a quarter bottles in Janes, haha

These episodes of the soul

Make me go past emote control

Can we make a ho’ fold?

All the drill music in Zion

These episodes of the soul

Make me go past emote control

Can we make a ho’ fold?

All the drill music in Zion

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