Paul Marz - Dust lyrics

rate me

feat. Freeway

Turn back to the earth

[Hook]

We made of dust, turn back to the earth

For better or worse, until we laying in the hearse

But I like when it hurts, from the pain I emmerge

I gain, I sustain, and remain, that’s my word

I’m on another temp, I fell from the mothership

Scream on a sunny day, nigga start thundering

Lightning quick, I strike, here I come again

Damn right I’m the real deal, stop wondering

I used to reminiscing wanna be young again

But now I’m numb as shit, focused on conquering

Not adrenaline, the right amount of confidence

And I don’t brag, nah, I ain’t on that cocky shit

I’m quite the opposite, I start the apocalypse

Top on this, never flow away too monstruous

I lift an obelisk straight out the continent

Raw, my contact requires more compliment

Harmonious with that spit way too dominant

Burried in the pyramid, rise from the sarcophagus

Live to the fullest, till I die like the prophets did

Never stoppin, now constant prosper

[Hook]

We made of dust, turn back to the earth

For better or worse, until we laying in the hearse

But I like when it hurts, from the pain I emmerge

I gain, I sustain, and remain, that’s my word

We made of dust, turn back to the earth

For better or worse, until we laying in the hearse

But I like when it hurts, from the pain I emmerge

I gain, I sustain, and remain, that’s my word

Vivid, lyrical terrorist, split arm barrier

Emcees that need other emcees to carry them

Swiss cheese they dericle,

Thin c’s, they area

The .44 will put em lower like marion

Bar, barbarian, move like bitch my bricks are aerian

Y’all not hearin them, bulletproof everything

Locks protect my niggas, not ...

You live barians, y’all read various books the shit dangerous

Shouldn’t try to gamble with crooks cause we famous

Came with the bangers, let off the stainless and leave you brainless

Sully free and you know who this gang is

The team early, and you better be early with the payments

Cause I’m the landlord, I’m mister frolly with the choppa

Skip the doctors, send you niggas to the dirt with a grey...

[Hook]

We made of dust, turn back to the earth

For better or worse, until we laying in the hearse

But I like when it hurts, from the pain I emmerge

I gain, I sustain, and remain, that’s my word

We made of dust, turn back to the earth

For better or worse, until we laying in the hearse

But I like when it hurts, from the pain I emmerge

I gain, I sustain, and remain, that’s my word.