Body Meat
Prostitute
3:48They come for me "Be quiet or be killed" They said they'd come for me Who's voice do they obey? Who sent these dogs for me? And if I die, then I die It was only flesh to me Now I see They come for me "Be quiet or be killed" They said they'd come for me All men are dancers on a thread Weightless and hovering Their eyes, petrified, and wandering Now I see They come for me yet Motherfuckers should be crowning me The detainees form a chorus For the gospels shaped in lunacy I've seen it all I've done it all I've lived it all before The last I heard they fall like Confetti to the floor And I know, I know, I know, I know (Pressure) I know, I know, I know, I know (Taut as skin) I know, I know, I know, I know, I know (Through my bones and through my limbs) I know pressure I know pressure, god, no (Inshallah, fatwa, my kin) But I know And I know, I know, I know, I know (Pressure) I know, I know, I know, I know (Taut as skin) I know, I know, I know, I know, I know (Through my bones and through my limbs) Why you hide I still know the same hands are on me (Inshallah, fatwa, my kin) And I've seen red Hallowed are the gutted pores Of a body born from wreckage Gagged and bound to the floor Let a fool rush in, any and all I'd devour I'm the motherfucker who took down the towers Call me boxcutter, kafir, heir to a whore Damocles hung, cut the cord I hear them coming through the door Through the door Through the door Through the door And I know, I know, I know, I know (Pressure) I know, I know, I know, I know (Taut as skin) I know, I know, I know, I know, I know (Through my bones and through my limbs) I know pressure I know pressure, god, no (Inshallah, fatwa, my kin) But I know And I know, I know, I know, I know (Pressure) I know, I know, I know, I know (Taut as skin) I know, I know, I know, I know, I know (Through my bones and through my limbs) Why you hide (Inshallah, fatwa, my kin) I still know I still know I still know See how they rush in In twos or threes or more I want them to know True glory's claimed through gore The crown's a ring of cronies salivating 'round the throne Put up your hands, hands, hands, hands For the submission of a pig The coronation of a snitch The rise and fall of a bitch Their epitaph, a header: "Forty hours of terror" A wealthy life spent Body bent like a beggar's "Alhamdulillah" chants the tenors "Alhamdulillah" croon the sick All Hail the bastard daggered, dumped, and rotting in a ditch The symphony strains, once coordinated, now collapsed The curtain unveils to expose the crowd's final, palsied laughs Ten rounds to purge the jury One martyr made complete Just watch me push the button And make history repeat And I know, I know, I know, I know (Pressure) I know, I know, I know, I know (Taut as skin) I know, I know, I know, I know, I know (Through my bones and through my limbs) I know pressure I know no gods, none above, nor below (Inshallah, fatwa, my kin) But I know And I know, I know, I know, I know (Pressure) I know, I know, I know, I know (Taut as skin) I know, I know, I know, I know, I know (Through my bones and through my limbs) Why you hide So how are you gonna stop me? How are you gonna stop me? Who's gonna stop me?