Sound Of The Dead

Its M Kozi on the beats
Illiterate
Yo yo
Ayo, twos up ????????
Funny how we grew up
Hunnys like money getting screwed up
Bugging like a budgy, getting grubby wiv my dreamers
Runnning for the beach, when its sunny best believe
We needed that heat, to flip
Skip school, still deep with the speech i spit
Abit keen, yep
So lazy making beats when its raining
Baked like heinz beans, mind deep in a pipedream

No, so serious
I dont flow lyrics at a show wiv no spirits in my throat
Gold digging when im broke
Flicking roachs n picking my nose

Its like
Stop look around u n check
If the walls r distorted ur bounded in flesh
Mount & descent, south as i count into 10
Close ur eyes & imagine its the sound of the dead

Yo, stop look around u n check
If the walls r distorted ur bounded in the flesh
Mount & descent south as i count into 10
Close ur eyes & imagine its the sound of the dead

Its the sound of the dead
Its the sound of the dead

Are u scared?
Of what?
Getting killed?
U'll never write well if u fear dying, do u?
Yeah yeah id say its its probably my greatest fear actually
Well its something all men before u have done, all men will do
I know i know
Have u ever made love to a truly great women?
Actually my fianace is pretty sexy
And when u make love to her u, u feel true and beautiful passion and u for atleast at that moment u loose ur fear of death?
No, no that doesnt happen
I believe that love that is true and real creates a respite from death. All cowardice comes from not loving or not loving well, which is the same thing. And when the man who is brave and true looks death squarely in the face like some rhino hunters I know or Belmonte, who is truly brave, it is because they love with sufficient passion to push death out of their minds. Until it returns, as it does to all men. And then you must make really good love again. Think about it