Los Muertos

[Chorus: Amanda Maxine] Son los muertos Los que bailan Son los muertos Los que gozan Son los muertos Los que bailan Son los muertos Los que gozan [Verse 1: Breeze Embalm] Yea, did you hear my last EP The Ceremony of Nadir That concept heavy master piece Was too much for some ears And even though this mixtape Doesn't have the same themes Don't think that I'm done with that It's only just begun bitch It's only just begun The world of the catacombs We barely touched the rump Theres no way you can play me And say that shit don't bump When it won awards for Writing man that John Lennon lump All that talking through the grapevine I turn them grapes into wine Turn that wine into water Post that shit on my vine A miracle in six seconds Ain't you sick of being second Theres no cure for that ailment Cause Im here, what a blessing And I hold weight like Arnold in his prime And I intake Embalming Fluid like a nigga died So theres no sleeping this a wake Follow me into the great If you fall behind well just prorate [Chorus: Amanda Maxine] Son los muertos Los que bailan Son los muertos Los que gozan Son los muertos Los que bailan Son los muertos Los que gozan [Verse 2: Breeze Embalm] Im going deep through a hole White rabbit chase me Who's the ones that have the fun Death it seems lately The sensei of all say You pompous I'm Pompey Niggas try to sun god But they ain't no Ra I know right Can't touch me if you babel I Play with words like scrabble See I'm something like that apple If you bite me Ill leave you feeling naked Believe it if I state it I'm gon' help ya reawaken And that bacon Sizzle on the stove While I read Francis Bacon I'm just letting niggas know Fuck the po' po' And be in the know I'm on my own tip You see I'm so sick Cancerous And you benign like battle ship Ya just sinking in my flow I'm so far from the floor But won't ever reach my ceiling Keep my fans off it Cause I got an AC in [Chorus: Amanda Maxine] Son los muertos Los que bailan Son los muertos Los que gozan Son los muertos Los que bailan Son los muertos Los que gozan [Verse 3: Breeze Embalm] You mastered art of slave See I'll never call it day I don't even call this work I am still on holiday A bull in this bitch the way I move heards I'm out of this world the way I move words Call it space bars Yea my shit is dope I'm on that spud-nick Love it, how I shun ya all in public Y'all can suck on just below the pubic Bust how I move these squares like Rubix Cool it, and get yourself together I'm fly like Mario after touching feathers No coonery with my tanooki leathers From the Bronx in the sewers This that killer of the super shredder Not koopa with them shell shedders Put you on a skewer you can meet the flame Posted on the corner niggas looking lame I ain't buying dog I already dish that dope Cope with my tropes then Find there's hope for a bloke yet [Chorus: Amanda Maxine] Son los muertos Los que bailan Son los muertos Los que gozan Son los muertos Los que bailan Son los muertos Los que gozan X2