Dead Vets on Cassette - Zilla Rocca vs. Gaslamp Killer

from by Zilla Rocca

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Dead vets we ain't getting any younger
Dead vets let no young boy tear asunder
Stuck inside the cosmic tumbler
Drinking growlers in the attic just to numb us
While our fingerprints vanish off the surface, fuck it
Our era's trending downward, dead vets don't crowdsurf
Eating off rap but still malnourished
Oh yeah we gotta gotta learn
Stay popping 'fore we hipping hopping in that urn

[Chorus]
Everything hurts, everything's sore
Every sin carries grace, magnificent and pure
It's torture, torture, do you recall?
Dead vet buried at the age of thirty-four

All in all we crept the longest, all in all we found the dirt
You recall my grown misfortune, I recall my handsome shirt
Lanterns glowing, who will blow it out?
One-half Irish, I can overdose on stout
Opposite of irony
Gangsters of distinction do it quietly
Live from the driver's seat, flask inside the glove
Meditation posture with the mask upside my mug

[Chorus]
Everything hurts, everything's sore
Every sin carries grace, magnificent and pure
It's torture, torture, do you recall?
Dead vet buried at the age of thirty-four

[Bridge]
He's a force, it's a drought
He's a corpse, he don't count

[Outro]
Dead vets, like cass-ettes, we pop them, we lose them

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from Neo Noir Mixtape, released October 29, 2013

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Zilla Rocca, the bottle breaker, corner store crusher, dime store detective, pulp fiction sage, comic book kingpin, the noir-hop creator.

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