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IRONSIDE

by kounterclockwise

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Billy Bathgate This song is FIRE People really need to wake the F!@# Up and pay attention to the lyrics. Cause the Deacon is spitten some serious facts on this track! Favorite track: The System Has Failed You FT. David Icke.
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1.
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
2.
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
3.
Clockwork 03:33
4.
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
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
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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Music video for Clockwork - youtu.be/EJF9NMAJYWs

Review for IRONSIDE The EP by Luke James Not The Singer!!! www.youtube.com/watch?v=nCiVLE_RAmc

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released July 31, 2015

All songs Produced and written by Deacon Burns. except 'Winter Cold,' produced by Deacon Burns and Jim Lujan. Engineered Kaya Rogue at Litter Box Studios.Guitar on 'Burn It Down, 'The System Has Failed You' and 'Winter Cold by Ian Leffel. Guitar on 'Blame' by Scott DaDante and additional keyboards on 'Clockwork' and 'Other S!@#' by Booker Holliday. Additional keyboards on 'Winter Cold' by Kelli Owens. Mixed and Mastered by Simon Illa. Cover Art by Jim Lujan. This EP contains samples from www.looperman.com

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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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