Brethren code lyrics

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I Don’t Age Lyrics

Product of the dope game
Mama wanted no pain, papa wanted cocaine
Papa smokin’ pot over the pot, over the stove flame

Dollar short from acquirin’ no change
Started out with no shame, to ridin’ ’round in Mulsanne
Tolerance high, feel no pain
Cotton mouth with guys who got the code names
I remember nodding’ out, too hot, just watching’ Soul Train
Now I’m yachtin’ out the boat brain
Hunnid thousand dollar gold chain
Wife done got too pricey for a Cadillac
Too icy to be fightin’, too godly for a battle rap
Too nice to be in cyphers, too deep for moderation
Too free for exoneration, and seekin’ validation
Young, black, receivin’ salutations

Product of the dope game
Mama wanted no pain, papa wanted cocaine
Papa smokin’ pot over the pot, over the stove flame

Flier than the sky, I am the pilot of the soul plane
Writer of the ‘pyrus, I was a writer way before fame
All y’alls do is cypher, I came from the bottom From the soil right where the rose came
I’m too private to try to expose lames
And I’m too violent to be ridin’ with those things
I’m too shady to be neutral, these artists try to divide us
If I go Kendrick Lamar, the world gon’ watch the “Control” change
I’m way too vicious to ask for my respect
I’m way too mission for the dissin’, man, listen
Even mindin’ my business I deal with entire
Always on time to collect, like the IRS

Product of the dope game
Masterful of cocaine
Violence over dyin’ over war games

Die here and get choked, lames
Die here in the choke chains
Advise you in the full, mane, Siamese, your whole Fram
How can I be washed? I’m havin’ shooter, rifle thoughts
Suicidal thoughts, I should be writin’ these rhymes in the diary of Cobain
Beat him ’till his Bible lost
Beat him ’till he dies and then beat his body ’till we revive ’em
And his po’s came
Where I come from, I tell the jokes and you the joke
Where I come from, I sell the dope, you do the dope
My brethren, I’m not a legend, I’m not a vet
Do not address me as second, I’m the best
You niggas always sleepin’, I’d rather stay woke
They say you are what you eat, but I never ate G.O.A.T
I went from straight poor to shoppin’ malls
And Wraiths blowin’ gray smoke
Dialed in like conference calls
Strapped up like Waco
Playin’ Hov, Friend or Foe
Lost friends like Ross and Rachel
In the road, big bro was a criminal
Give you L’s, gimme O’s
The only thing that look good on paper to me is Benji’s, ho
My sobriety’s been more faithful to me than these hoes
Never compromisin’ my intellect for the Internet
Just send these goals in the rose
How the fuck this nickel-ninin’, Yes Man
When 24/7, I stay in the no
‘Fore I hold a grudge, I take a flight to Paris
‘Fore I spill blood, I drink a pint of theirs
I don’t age

Sours: https://paroles.co/lyrics/i-dont-age/

One More Breath Lyrics

One More Breath Lyrics

What is this thing I see
This silly little thing called me
This skin, this hair, this flesh
This brain, this pain, this mess
What's life? A game that we just play with two plain dice?
When the shell dies, does the soul fly?
Hellfire, does the flame fry?
Is this the audition, brief intermission for something much grander
Get a bigger piece of pie, great show in the sky
Or is that just propaganda?
That they telling me, selling me sold with evidence
But intelligence, slowers development
We that think that we know we are not reverent
But we don't even yet know if we're relevant

One more pause, one more breath
One more pause, one more breath
Is this all that there is
If it is, I wish I could give
One more pause, one more breath
We could never know, if we're ever next
Everytime I think I know, I stop and ask myself

What is this thing I see
This silly little thing called we
This brain, this pain, this flesh
These trains, these planes, what's next?
Yes, we're gonna beget technology
But the majority, escaping poverty
No, I don't think that we can
Cause we still think that we got the plan and
By judging a man by just what's in his hands
Or his land, or his tan and just cause we can
Pause, take a breath
Realise that none of us know what is next
See your code of address or the code of your dress
We all still use that same hole for our breath
Playing the game but there's never a Ref
And you can't take it with you if ever you left

What is this thing I see
Who could ever know, what we're gonna be
Are we elevating our meditation
Not detonating through self-preservation
Generation television's raising
Yet we're complaining about how they're behaving
Washing our hands or just bathing with satan
Yet with all that said, that's just what you make it
Pause, take what is naturally given
Because actually there is no tax on our living
It's a fact though it's naturally hidden
Like I'm just an actual assassin on riddem
The adrenaline, we're rememberin'
Our December is cold as it's ever been
Fighting our best, but the victory we revel in
Fighting our brethren, how could we ever win?

Writer(s): Angelo Kangellaris, Richard Cassell, Kingslee Daley, ANTHONY MARSHALL, JODI MILLINER<br>Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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-Code of Brethren-

Verse 1:
Walk among the waves,
This is our estate,
And our fortress to defend.
Honor by the blade,
Can never be betrayed,
By the words of civil men.

Chorus:
So raise up the flag,
and drop down the sails,
This is a brand new breed of war,
Load up the guns,
and drink up the ale,
No man can save you from us now.
So raise up the flag,
and drop down the sails,
This is our path to freedom,
oh, Load up the guns,
and drink up the ale,
No man can take this from us now.

Verse 2:
Captain makes the call,
Guns up, fire all,
There’s great fortune to be claimed.
Swords out, pistols drawn,
The choice is granted all,
To either die or join our ranks.

Chorus:
So raise up the flag,
and drop down the sails,
This is a brand new breed of war,
Load up the guns,
and drink up the ale,
No man can save you from us now.
So raise up the flag,
and drop down the sails,
This is our path to freedom,
oh, Load up the guns,
and drink up the ale,
No man can take this from us now.

Bridge:
The battles hard
The battles long
On this day we gave it all
We give our lives to defend.

A slight of hand
A twist of blade
On this day we seal our fate.
Then give our all to the end.

As we sink, beneath the waves
Turns to black we feel betrayed.
Our only thought,
Will we rise again, yeah

"Guitar Solo"

Chorus:
So raise up the flag,
and drop down the sails,
This is a brand new breed of war,
Load up the guns,
and drink up the ale,
No man can save you from us now.
So raise up the flag,
and drop down the sails,
This is our path to freedom,
oh, Load up the guns,
and drink up the ale,
No man can take this from us now.

credits

from The Saga of Einar, track released July 9, 2017

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Sours: https://shroudedluminosity.bandcamp.com/track/code-of-brethren
The HU - Wolf Totem (Official Music Video)

Song lyrics Captain Dan And The Scurvy Crew - Pirates' Code


(Cap D)
Part one, you can always drink rum
If there's a time that we find
That we be in a bind,
There isn't any left
For the good of our kind
A retrenchment shall be voted
And you'll have to drink whine
Rule two, you never screw some one in the crew
In a game of dice for the gold they've accrued
Number three, You pirates always listen to me
Cause the captain makes it happen when your on the sea
Now four, if you ever bringin' sallies from shores
We'll maroon you on an island, ye can live with that whore
Number five, it ain't wise to devise any lies
Or keep secrets from the crew
Bout what you found on a prize
Rule six if yer blitz on the deck of the ship
In the time of battle you'll be hit with a whip
And remember when you're smokin'
Put a cap up on that tokin
In the hold with all the powder
Or your neck we be a chokin

We livin' in piracy it has to be
A live and free democracy
We rock the sea
The code will be the road for me
I'd die for you, would you die for me?
We live by the code, we die by the code
Finding the gold and lining our holds we know
We the brethren of the coast
Them buccaneers with the most
Raise a toast to yer brothers
While ye speakin' that oath (what?)

(Cap D)
The captain gets two to one pieces of 8
And one and three quarters for the ships 1st mate
One and a half for cooks fillin our plates
The same for the cooper who be makin' them crates
Doctors get equal fer saving our fates
And the gunner and bos'n also taking those stakes
Musicians get commissions fer spittin'
Hip hop rhymes while we trippin'
And renditions of missions that we winnin'
Each man aboard receives equal shares
Of the booty, the plunder, and the luxury wares
And so each shall have an even say in affairs
But if ye stealin from each other,
Then ye better beware
Moses law,
When ye break the last straw
39 lashings got for flappin yer jaws
From the from the site of the crew
You'll have to withdraw
Sea Dawg, the quarter master rippin ya raw
(Sea Dawg)
I be the quartermaster, crossin' me's a quick road to disaster
If ye dare to take an unfair share and I'm made aware
On the deck ye'll be placed
And the captain's daughter you'll be sure to taste
The number of lashings depends on offense,
Scars serve as reminders to have more sense
I be cunning, keep this vessel up and running
Oversee that the gunners are sober enough to be gunning
When we capture a ship, I split up what we earn, I decide what we keep and decide what we burn
I'm first off to battle! and last to return
I'm the best at what I do, so watch and learn
In charge of distribution, prize, powder, and execution
If a matey acts up, I've got the solution
From havin' 'em swab decks to breakin their necks
The quartermaster position is quite complex

We livin' in piracy it has to be
A live and free democracy
We rock the sea
The code will be the road for me
I'd die for you, would you die for me?
We live by the code, we die by the code
Finding the gold and lining our holds we know
We the brethren of the coast
Them buccaneers with the most
Raise a toast to yer brothers
While ye speakin' that oath (what?)

Sours: https://flowlez.com/en/songs/pirates-code-272643/

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