Ark Doors Songtext
von R.A.P. Ferreira

How gluttonous
Hoarding seconds on edge to ponder nothingness
Waylaid
They want to maintain
I rose above, but rose a dove
How fitting, little pigeon bird
Give it curd
Smoking something smell like sniffing turd
Ruby yacht, big worm
Faizon Love, chaos shrugs and I dare not bluff
Parkour by the ark doors
Me and my moors
My life an heirloom mosaic art film, softcore
I′m tossing ideas at the dart board Ro on his square again, them crackers took it for arrogance
The gun club was only black American
Garrulous, hectic, flailing rap hands different metric
Then you slide, clap, clap, it's electric
I used my eagles to touch your wolf, now I′m full
All dark meat, the lark starts convulsing
My complements on the upholstery
The mind unravels, the sun time travels
Totems and omens, barking directions to Bolton's
Holding my scrotum in Cashville
If your head hurt, take an Advil
At will, I summon mad skill
As was taught down through numerous generations


As you see, I catch wreck on this ruby yacht life vessel
Master of Ceremonies, bass and treble
Dialectic of ancient rebels
Groom our locks accordingly
Babylonians stopped supporting me like
"There he go, capping 'bout his spaceship"
I have never been inside the Matrix
You′ll see no plug, nor foot, on my neck
You fucking the text man for text
Mr. Okie erect
Dirt mental, necklace of teeth like Turk Wendell
Gon′ 'head, Mr. Wendall, gon′ 'head

I challenge any, I challenge any billionaire
Any billionaire, I challenge any bootlicker
To a game of horseshoes
A game of horseshoes
A game of horseshoes