Pierquin and DWLLER - Supply Chain
from Ax(es/is) by EP Club
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Supply Chain
Had another bouncer try to throw me out and told me all about the limit that I’m over
Told him I don’t give a fuck and push him like my luck, “I know I’m acting crazy but I’m sober”
He says I better watch it like my time is running out, he bounces now but used to be a soldier
Afghanistan, Iraq and now he’s back and has to man the jam in anoraks and send ‘em homeward
Sees the faces, feels the pain and screams in vain, don’t tease his patience
He’s been in basements, seared the blaze and cleared the places, feared the faces
And everybody here’s flaunting, he used to deal drugs to them too, “that’s daunting”
Killed some civs, would have saved them if he could, one was a blind man playing on the Oud
Yes that’s me, man
Gliding through the club half cut, you feel that?
Eyes could shut, mad lust, I must get back from the cusp of my cup, need a rebrand,
Need more percentage and a wee gram
Better work on my image need a regram
Living in a real sad age, - “that’s deep man!”
I’m about to rage, rampage like Dheepan
Yeah, Gimme credit for that reference
Only dark lights really merit my reverence
And you listen so close, but barely you get this
And it really doesn’t help when I’m slurring my sentence
Yeah – but I get a lot of practice and the room is spinning round me like I am the only axis
Yeah – no emoji when I’m textin, going slowly back to exes but they throw me to the exit
Walking round the city and I wonder why it’s cloudy
Then I see my dealer and he pulls up in his audi
Says, “I’m done, I’m about to join the army”
Ask him if it’s ‘cause he wants to bang more loudly,
“It’s not about the country, I just really need the money,
Have you seen how much we’re making selling weapons to the Saudis?”
I get out the car, off he races with the bass booming
Gotta get the metro and I’m coughing with my face fuming
I feel pretty dazed, I need a power nap
Start with the opiates then ask them, “where the powders at?”
No - I’m trapped and drained, I might snap, I’m wrapped by the supply chain
No – same old tactics, in the middle of the system, I revolve around the axis
Asking where the weed at
Smoking on the shisha
The oil burns so clean
I’m numb like morphine
Police profilin’
We’re in here wilin’
Had another bouncer try to throw me out and told me all about the limit that I’m over
Told him I don’t give a fuck and push him like my luck, “I know I’m acting crazy but I’m sober”
He says I better watch it like my time is running out, he bounces now but used to be a soldier
Afghanistan, Iraq and now he’s back and has to man the jam in anoraks and send ‘em homeward
Sees the faces, feels the pain and screams in vain, don’t tease his patience
He’s been in basements, seared the blaze and cleared the places, feared the faces
And everybody here’s flaunting, he used to deal drugs to them too, “that’s daunting”
Killed some civs, would have saved them if he could, one was a blind man playing on the Oud
Yes that’s me, man
Gliding through the club half cut, you feel that?
Eyes could shut, mad lust, I must get back from the cusp of my cup, need a rebrand,
Need more percentage and a wee gram
Better work on my image need a regram
Living in a real sad age, - “that’s deep man!”
I’m about to rage, rampage like Dheepan
Yeah, Gimme credit for that reference
Only dark lights really merit my reverence
And you listen so close, but barely you get this
And it really doesn’t help when I’m slurring my sentence
Yeah – but I get a lot of practice and the room is spinning round me like I am the only axis
Yeah – no emoji when I’m textin, going slowly back to exes but they throw me to the exit
Walking round the city and I wonder why it’s cloudy
Then I see my dealer and he pulls up in his audi
Says, “I’m done, I’m about to join the army”
Ask him if it’s ‘cause he wants to bang more loudly,
“It’s not about the country, I just really need the money,
Have you seen how much we’re making selling weapons to the Saudis?”
I get out the car, off he races with the bass booming
Gotta get the metro and I’m coughing with my face fuming
I feel pretty dazed, I need a power nap
Start with the opiates then ask them, “where the powders at?”
No - I’m trapped and drained, I might snap, I’m wrapped by the supply chain
No – same old tactics, in the middle of the system, I revolve around the axis
Asking where the weed at
Smoking on the shisha
The oil burns so clean
I’m numb like morphine
Police profilin’
We’re in here wilin’
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from Ax(es/is),
released March 7, 2017
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