Mr. J Medeiros - Tower of Cards lyrics

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Mr. J Medeiros - Tower of Cards lyrics

Coming out of my mouth Vocal drumming like my tongue was Don Brewer On a house of cards summoning the coming down Few are amused by the dumbing down I choose the underground Thumbing down contracts fused by a number dial Ever wonder how to loose star thunder How to bruise that name you got two cars under Well leverage is a tool start from it If your j**els out weigh you Then you too far under the debt line The get by any means necessary Be a dead minds scheme and a temporary gain These dreams be the same that line cemeteries For the same fiends find weight in my sentence carried State to state be the street wise seminary Save your plate cus its feeding time On any variation of beat I find I try to speak to Cus I ain't got the patience or time To sleep through nothin History will mirror its run-ins If Mr. J. Medeiros ain't fearlessly running History will mirror its run-ins If Boonie Mayfield ain't fearless Bang your head to the beat if you can hear this Bang your head to the beat if you can feel this A bang your head a bang your head A bang your head, a bang your head A bang your head to the beat if your fearless I was 8 years old with a boom box pumas and tube socks Cooling for two blocks to school got my j**el rocked Till a fool caught I stay in mamas j**el box I need the tools those from Juice Crew got Be it foot loose or not I see it as a cooked goose Pop music got a pot to stew it in I knew it then Before they through it in I flew the pen and got my foot loose The moral choose the end In which the means got the good excuse Now what's the hoods excuse Is it the shadow of a place or the shadow on a face The mask of the shallow of hope added disgrace The act of the gallows the rope an added lace And the they add it to the chase of cool Replacing they school with a run way A fool on a one way A tool for the Mondays Who knew we were the ones played Boonie will they see the sun he says one day History will mirror its run-ins If Mr. J. Medeiros ain't fearlessly running History will mirror its run-ins If Boonie Mayfield ain't fearless Bang your head to the beat if you can hear this Bang your head to the beat if you can feel this A bang your head a bang your head A bang your head, a bang your head A bang your head to the beat if your fearless