They know you
They loathe you
They own you
They sold you
They know you
They loathe you
They own you
They sold you
I feel spectacular dragging this
Piano beat across the masses: a massacre
They can't even understand my vernacular
But they know it's immaculate
Have these rappers enamored
By the lyrical daggers that has me
Packing up the mansions and all the
Catacombs
With the bodies of these plants
That your masters sown
Rap has turned to BBL's:
Plastic acetones
No my house ain't made of glass
Go 'head, cast ya stones
Have it known
That Paul is in Athens
And preaching that unknown
(And I'm that unknown)
Jew and Gentile know
That all I spit is righteous poems
On microphones
Believe it
Make an atheist a theist
Aelios ain't
Me it's
God!
They know you
They loathe you
They own you
They sold you
(Like, like, like)
Like they supposed to
You don't even own yo own soul
I don't think most do
Don't you
Dare deny that you a commodity
You know that if you were invited
You'd come onto Diddy's
(Hyuh hyuh)
I expose truth
And ProTools
Couldn't make it sound pretty
(Hyuh hyuh)
Cold truth
(They know you)
If it ain't God you trust
Then they'll spill your guts
(Heh)
My honor's never stolen
I'm 47 ronin
And they are not the same
(Know this)
(Know this)
(Know this)
You are what you do, baby
What you do for fame?
You do what they do, baby
How you gonna claim
That you're master of your seas
But you floating on their tides?
Master of your seas
But you never knew the skies?
Never seen beyond your eyes
Open up your mind
And never take advice
From the man who compromises every time
Forget it
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Aelios - THEY Lyrics
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They know you
They loathe you
They own you
They sold you
They know you
They loathe you
They own you
They sold you
I feel spectacular dragging this
Piano beat across the masses: a massacre
They can't even understand my vernacular
But they know it's immaculate
Have these rappers enamored
By the lyrical daggers that has me
Packing up the mansions and all the
Catacombs
With the bodies of these plants
That your masters sown
Rap has turned to BBL's:
Plastic acetones
No my house ain't made of glass
Go 'head, cast ya stones
Have it known
That Paul is in Athens
And preaching that unknown
(And I'm that unknown)
Jew and Gentile know
That all I spit is righteous poems
On microphones
Believe it
Make an atheist a theist
Aelios ain't
Me it's
God!
They know you
They loathe you
They own you
They sold you
(Like, like, like)
Like they supposed to
You don't even own yo own soul
I don't think most do
Don't you
Dare deny that you a commodity
You know that if you were invited
You'd come onto Diddy's
(Hyuh hyuh)
I expose truth
And ProTools
Couldn't make it sound pretty
(Hyuh hyuh)
Cold truth
(They know you)
If it ain't God you trust
Then they'll spill your guts
(Heh)
My honor's never stolen
I'm 47 ronin
And they are not the same
(Know this)
(Know this)
(Know this)
You are what you do, baby
What you do for fame?
You do what they do, baby
How you gonna claim
That you're master of your seas
But you floating on their tides?
Master of your seas
But you never knew the skies?
Never seen beyond your eyes
Open up your mind
And never take advice
From the man who compromises every time
Forget it
They loathe you
They own you
They sold you
They know you
They loathe you
They own you
They sold you
I feel spectacular dragging this
Piano beat across the masses: a massacre
They can't even understand my vernacular
But they know it's immaculate
Have these rappers enamored
By the lyrical daggers that has me
Packing up the mansions and all the
Catacombs
With the bodies of these plants
That your masters sown
Rap has turned to BBL's:
Plastic acetones
No my house ain't made of glass
Go 'head, cast ya stones
Have it known
That Paul is in Athens
And preaching that unknown
(And I'm that unknown)
Jew and Gentile know
That all I spit is righteous poems
On microphones
Believe it
Make an atheist a theist
Aelios ain't
Me it's
God!
They know you
They loathe you
They own you
They sold you
(Like, like, like)
Like they supposed to
You don't even own yo own soul
I don't think most do
Don't you
Dare deny that you a commodity
You know that if you were invited
You'd come onto Diddy's
(Hyuh hyuh)
I expose truth
And ProTools
Couldn't make it sound pretty
(Hyuh hyuh)
Cold truth
(They know you)
If it ain't God you trust
Then they'll spill your guts
(Heh)
My honor's never stolen
I'm 47 ronin
And they are not the same
(Know this)
(Know this)
(Know this)
You are what you do, baby
What you do for fame?
You do what they do, baby
How you gonna claim
That you're master of your seas
But you floating on their tides?
Master of your seas
But you never knew the skies?
Never seen beyond your eyes
Open up your mind
And never take advice
From the man who compromises every time
Forget it
Writer: Chase Dahl
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