Shabazz Palaces

Shabazz Palaces - They Come in Gold lyrics

rate me

(Verse)

Vanity, I love you for myself

Me and always you and always never no one else

Sanity, a visage of my wealth

Lost but always found before the idols that I knelt

Strategy, the only way to try

Keep it do or die and always think in terms of I

Reverie, some legends you just pass

Revelry instead for it real is hella fast

Capitol, a sound that’s on the rise

It’s shaking unrealized until essence has been raised

Sepulchre, a stage alive by ghosts

Floating off of bags of the blood-encrusted dough

Farcical, quite simply it is him

It’s black-ephilic and petalistic catastrophic hymns

Darkness, the light that flashed then dared

Kingdom stellar lairs to which my kind is the heirs

Pashmina, the jesters game of vice

The cries incorporates slaying door and heist

(Hook)

Them just walking around, they walking around

They just watching down, they watching down

What they talking about, they talking about

Don't you copping out, don't copping out

(Verse)

From a cold clod cut in a deep zone

A sunken ship with the ghost on

They put my seat in there, find a plaza

Under the chair hot, tucked in a dope spot

So the chrome tire screech every time we hit

We converse in ancient languages

If you come to see us this is what you get

Specialness, equipped for the long trip

(Interlide)

And my jacket fits

And I'm packing it

So miraculous

Kinda statuesque

(Verse)

Legends carry like a killer's nerves

One picture's worth a thousand swerves

Facts stated to enhance what is pre-born

And dance with the white whale on the Pequod

And find your way fast when the road curve

It's a sea saw, shall I go, shall I go

Look at me fall, did I know, did I know?!

On a gilded wing trying filthy rings

Old backs, old backs, this your gold rings

You say cool, but it's all act

Shall we raise a drink? What the fuck you think?

The home where angels sing and my favorite color brown with pink rims

I believe to own his each, I'mma hold the chrome, a tight grip

They might trip, boi, cause the way I talk shit get enjoyed

(Hook)

Them just walking around, they walking around

They just watching down, they watching down

What they talking about, they talking about

Ain't no copping out, no copping out

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