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Bug​-​Out Bag

from Pello Phantasmo's Book Of Brew by Mr. Yote

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lyrics

(VERSE 1)

now fellow do you really want to know some
come sit and gather round let me show some
tad trip little lads by they lone some
one swear to bring the whole crowd close but
other dose run dabble in the mist
hands get sporadic when they paddle in the grit
oh lord have it how you animate skin while them
toe knit patterns keep em padded in the grins

following the road that they chose run
some many years pass till they rose one
oh joy how them bodies meet solstice
oh joy but another one drop there
hard crash start a panic in the mix how
that heart beat chatter steady echo in the dist(ance)
the soul it float the time keeps slimming up
the potions brew and ride what little some’s left there

(HOOK)

i know they been talking it down on me palm
i know that they never want get it along
they know not a bit of what i got to do
who knows if i meant bout what all of i do

(VERSE 2)

quick sudden kiddie strapped to them knee caps
full beetle how he rock when he seen that
full needle how he barge through the meat that
once was held the blood strain similar
oh and the third one missing there
how it haunts how them hands hold deeper tears
how it taunts how the stench stay creeping but them
herbs they poise a whole knew meaning to it

he found life in a similar suite
if them boys play god they can devil it too
in the dirt down digging
where them chemicals brew
in the dirt down digging
where them medicals chew
and chomp all if infested
swallow if those test some
don’t drop guard if ever you dare press once
he still bitter in a bit of recluse
bout the blood stained mittens
and familiar dues on him

(HOOK)

i know they been talking it down on me palm
i know that they never want get it along
they know not a bit of what i got to do
who knows if i meant bout what all of i do

(VERSE 3)

And now me boys ain’t proper to sit, it ain’t fit none
stitched any part of the mix, isolate some
time been running the ranks, i so late but
find little light in the grains, i do break none
mind set run in the banks and pile high
like i measure the tape, i sit tipping off
the dopes come running and flank just to get some
not a soul ever do think just to thank but

who am i really to ask or beg for it my
pride sit way over lines and don’t settle i
swore up down on me stone they’d pay for it uhm
who dare press any off or sham foreigners
the land know who in the coop
and brew stews so heavy not a pot of it scoops
in ease these lost peasants seen all of i do
recede please don’t pressure any part of it on to you

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from Pello Phantasmo's Book Of Brew, released August 21, 2020

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