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Burn Ir Down
LYRIC BY DEACON BURNS
Verse 1
Gotta be greater then what you suffer this life is a motherfucker
Hood is taking us under nigga trying to get over evil cops out
To murder kids wit no father figures killed off all the leaders
Under paid all the teachers are role models are gangsters
Rappers and dug dealers addicted to weed and liquor bitches
In Jordan sneakers a slave to the mighty dollar so people turn
Into monsters kill they own mother for the greed and paper
Manipulators and haters out for blood like vampires we're
All in grave danger time to fight the power before they cut the
The power enforce new world order send in all the soldiers Killing motherfuckers
Chorus x2
Why run you'll only die tired light a candle for the sinners
Set the world on fire half the time try to keep my head above
Water the other half trying to drown my self in liquor
Verse 2
Gotta be greater then what you suffer this life is a motherfucker
So niggas self medicate off that reefer like Wiz Khalifa drugs
Pussy and liquor another tear drop on the fire the devil is out
To get ya through vanity and desire world is full of liars suckers
And backstabbers on the hunt for treasure cracking under Pressure brother robbing brother for the same dollar feins
Tweaking for powder crackheads wanted for murder rhythm
Rock roller welding Excalibur wheelchair executioner crippled
Decapitator spiting on spectators giving Mr. Wonderful Paul Orndorff piledrivers to you motherfuckers
Chorus x2
Why run you'll only die tired light a candle for the sinners
Set the world on fire half the time try to keep my head above
Water the other half trying to drown my self in liquor
Gone burn this motherfucker down
Gone burn this motherfucker down
Gone burn this motherfucker down
Gone burn this motherfucker down
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The System Has Failed You
LYRICS BY DEACON BURNS
Chorus
Your government hates you the government hates you
The government hates you the government hates you
Government hates you the government hates you
The government hates you the government hates you
The judges hate you the lawyers hate you
Police supposed to protect you But they shot and killed you
The government hates you the government hates you
The Systems Failed You the government hates you
Verse 1
Between the Ebola virus Isis and the American governments Negligence the planet is shot to shit a steaming cauldron of
Sexual perversion drugs guns and bullets computers sex and
Music desensitized the public and made us all consumer
Puppets now buy your newest phone latest gadget and
Shiniest trinket while everything on planet earth is depleted
Your sitting looking stupid with Jacob diamond necklace
Wit no clue of current events what the crooked government
Is up to next more concerned about a sex text sending dick
Pics to some dude you think is a chick shits redick the earth
Is sick ignorance is like a airborne virus infecting the public
White cops shooting black kids for target practice fucking
Racist we're living in a triple stage darkness
Chorus
The government hates you the government hates you
The government hates you the government hates you
Government hates you the government hates you
The government hates you the government hates you
The judges hate you the lawyers hate you
Police supposed to protect you but they shot and killed you
The government hates you the government hates you
The Systems Failed You the government hates you
Verse 2
I'm being endangered everyday i'm getting stranger Unpredictable like the weather raining blood like slayer
Head banger midnight marauder stick a pig for the slaughter
For poising the waters we the unknown soldiers unmarked Graves in the transatlantic slave trade inescapable maze
Got you stuck in a daze firing missiles exploding the plastic Inevitable false flag terrorism keeping the people in bubbles
Time to kill master like Nat Turner let the fire burn his carcass
Bring the motherfucking ruckus burn down the circus people
In the streets out for blood and justice no love it's just us
This is revenge for all the fallen soldiers in this civil war
Between the rich and the poor in this great conjunction all
We do is celibate dysfunction and others misfortune
Chorus
The government hates you the government hates you
The government hates you the government hates you
Government hates you the government hates you
The government hates you the government hates you
The judges hate you the lawyers hate you
Police supposed to protect you but they shot and killed you
The government hates you the government hates you
The Systems Failed You the government hates you
Bridge x2
Life didn't turn out quite the way that i wanted nothing
But a bunch of dead ends and disappointment swam
Too far to turn back now so fuck it life's been shot to
Shit i'm shot to shit
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Clockwork
03:33
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The Devil Is Gonna Get Ya
LYRICS BY DEACON Deacon Burns
Chorus
Why everything that feels so damn good and taste good
Is bad for ya cause the Devil's Gonna Getcha
Why everything that feels so damn good and taste good
Is bad for ya cause the Devil's Gonna Getcha
Chasing that paper gone getcha
That liquor gone getcha
Tricking wit them hookers sleeping wit them strippers
Wit no rubbers cause that E and Viagra
Gotch Jimmy feeling like he super but the Devil's Gonna Getcha
Verse 1
(3 days later) Your baby mamas at the doctor
Now your shoes and your clothes all out on the corner
Out the house the cops escort ya
Now your sleeping on your dudes sofa
But here's the kicker hes still living wit his mama
And his 3rd baby mama and they little child Roger
And it's like a soap opera whole hood know there drama
Everyday you gotta hear em fighting trying to kill each other
While your thing to your self man i really miss my daughter
Word around town your girl got a new lover
But wait it worse your kids calling him father
Now you like why bother spend your last few dollars on
A package of that powder gonna party til it's over
Trying to forget so you go and get lit but it a temporary fix
Wake up the same shit
Now your looking stupid and broke trying to find the drug
Crumbs on the floor from the night before a yo
Chorus
Why everything that feels so damn good and taste good
Is bad for ya cause the Devil's Gonna Getcha
Why everything that feels so damn good and taste good
Is bad for ya cause the Devil's Gonna Getcha
Chasing that paper gone getcha
That liquor gone getcha
Tricking wit them hookers sleeping wit them strippers
Wit no rubbers cause that E and Viagra
Gotch Jimmy feeling like he super but the Devil's Gonna Getcha
Verse 2
I take Celexa and drink liquor like water try to drown my
Demons but they all got life preservers
Bipolar roller coaster first i'm happy then i'm better handicap
And peculiar manic twisted creature
Love is gonna getcha when you fuck with dirty hookers
Wit no rubbers undercover eating out the local strippers
I know you wanna ball rock ice and flash dollars but it's hard
But it's hard to be a player living off your baby mama
Taking her to work so you can roll a couple hours in a car that Ain't yours fronting like you a player
Life is a bitch and it's filled wit too much drama kinda like a
Soap opera all these niggas out here acting
Hard to do the right thing when the wrong thing is like a 100 Times better got me under pressure pain pills weed liquor pork Chops cheeseburger cigarettes fried chicken cocaine
Chorus
Why everything that feels so damn good and taste good
Is bad for ya cause the Devil's Gonna Getcha
Why everything that feels so damn good and taste good
Is bad for ya cause the Devil's Gonna Getcha
Chasing that paper gone getcha
That liquor gone getcha
Tricking wit them hookers sleeping wit them strippers
Wit no rubbers cause that E and Viagra
Gotch Jimmy feeling like he super but the Devil's Gonna Getcha
Your gold and your platinum and your Gucci and Louie
And your brand new Bugatti baby the Devil's Gonna Getcha
Ladies wit fake hair fake booty fake tities trying to trap a nigga
Wit some money the Devil's Gonna Getcha
At the party drinking Henny popping bottles blowing money
Snorting molly on the hunt for pussy the Devil's Gonna Getcha
Greasy fast food chips gyros Barbecue cheap rot gut bro
The Devil's Gonna Getcha
Too many drugs the Devil's Gonna Getcha
Up the nose we go the Devil's Gonna Getcha
Let's experiment with some pills The Devil's Gonna Getcha
Too many drugs and damage his liver the Devil's Gonna Getcha
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Other S!@# FT. Grown Folk
LYRICS BY DEACON BURNS
Chorus
I'm on some other shit
I ain't on that
I'm on some other shit
I ain't on that
I'm on some other shit
I ain't on that
I ain't on that
I ain't on that
I'm on some other shit
I ain't on that
I'm on some other shit
I ain't on that
I'm on some other shit
I ain't on that
I ain't on that
I ain't on that
Verse 1
In a field filled with pills just so i can feel
Lost in void i'm destroyed can't rebuild
Shipwrecked dreams on ashore
I'm a whore in heels wheelchair wheels downhill
Crash burn kill better hold still
Nigga gotta steal when it's all about the dollar bill
Guess everybody needs a hot meal
When your trapped in a cage made of steel it gets ill
Real when the cops try to get your cap peeled
Take you against your will better keep it concealed
Treating you like Mr Bill why they hind behind a shield
It's all a drill
Deep in the bowels of the earth in the great black pit where
The souls are cursed
Drinking fire water can't quench the thirst
Stillborn birth in the back of the hearse
Guess i'm in the front of the line with writing outside the lines
With the blanked out mind
Kounterclockwise on that other shit
The beautiful people deformed and crippled
Twisted in the mind
Chorus
I'm on some other shit
I ain't on that
I'm on some other shit
I ain't on that
I'm on some other shit
I ain't on that
I ain't on that
I ain't on that
I'm on some other shit
I ain't on that
I'm on some other shit
I ain't on that
I'm on some other shit
I ain't on that
I ain't on that
I ain't on that
Verse 2
Pill popping acid eating liquor drinking Dilaudid sniffin
Purple dust smoking black tar injecting crippled non walking
Wheelchair pushing prescription addiction fiending heathen
Barely breathing slowly drowning
Wit that spiced rum got my heart numb with a collapsed lung
So come and get some
I can spit the riddle of steel like crum
Got you stuck on my wheelchair wheels like gum
It's the return of the prodigal son desolate one
Hobo with a shotgun getting the job done
Don't run you'll only die tired i'm a live wire
Set the whole choir on fire
Half the time trying to keep my head above water
The other half tying to grown myself in liquor
Color outside the lines if your sick of the same old
If your sick of the same old simple predictable pitiful rhyme
Kounterclockwise on that other shit
The beautiful people deformed and crippled
Twisted in the mind
Chorus
I'm on some other shit
I ain't on that
I'm on some other shit
I ain't on that
I'm on some other shit
I ain't on that
I ain't on that
I ain't on that
I'm on some other shit
I ain't on that
I'm on some other shit
I ain't on that
I'm on some other shit
I ain't on that
I ain't on that
I ain't on that
I ain't on that
I ain't on that
I'm on some other shit
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Blame
02:20
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Blame
LYRICS BY DEACON BURNS
Verse 1
Emotions as gentle as a whisper crumple from realities
Pitfalls and tunnels for i sin in my mask of gins and fables
Lead astray by the devil betterness are the tears my soul
Sheds enslaved with greed and fear wish i was dead there is
No end to my hatred if love disappears i'm locked in the head
Chorus
Everybody needs someone to blame
Everybody needs someone to blame
Everybody needs someone to blame
Everybody needs someone to blame
Everybody needs someone to blame
Everybody needs someone to blame
Verse 2
Tears are the beatings you gave me shells of the dead
Self inflicted torture I've locked my self in the head
Choking on my own shit choking on the worlds misery
Let me come up for air before i die from insanity
Chorus
Everybody needs someone to blame
Everybody needs someone to blame
Everybody needs someone to blame
Everybody needs someone to blame
Everybody needs someone to blame
Everybody needs someone to blame
Point your of finger shame play your wicked game
Everybody needs someone to blame
Going down in flames exploit yourself for fame
Everybody needs someone to blame
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Winter Cold
02:47
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Winter Cold
LYRICS BY DEACON BURNS
Verse 1
I Deacon Burns being of sound mind
Here by state my last will before i die
Give me my day in the sun to shine
In the winter cold
Now that my body's crippled and old
Gotta get my kicks before i go
In the sky where my soul becomes whole
In the winter cold
I Deacon Burns being of sound mind
Here by state my last will before i die
Give me my day in the sun to shine
In the winter cold
In the winter cold
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kounterclockwise Cleveland, Ohio
Cleveland Heights' Alternative Punk-Hop act Kounterclockwise formed over a decade ago in the heart of the South Bronx. Lead by multi-instrumentalist producer, engineer, writter, director & MC Deacon Burns
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