Request Refused - Xavier Wulf

They stack the bodies a thousand high Upon a monument to touch the sky They crown the peaks So far estranged But down in the dirt, nothing has changed Nothing has changed Nothing has changed Nothing has changed Nothing has changed Nothing Nothing The time has come, there's no escape The time has come, there's no escape There's no escape Into the rabble, the panic seems One target hits us, another weeps They scale the walls, their mind's deranged But down in the dirt, nothing has changed Nothing has changed Nothing has changed Nothing has changed Nothing has changed Nothing Not a thing The time has come, there's no escape Time has come, there's no escape There's no escape

Can I scream? Yeah We lack the motion to move to the new beat! Whoo We lack the motion to move to the new beat! It's here for us to admire if we can afford the beauty of it If we can afford the luxury of turning our heads, if we tried Adjust that thousand-dollar smile and behold the creation of man Great words won't cover ugly actions Good frames won't save bad paintings Whoo We lack the motion to move to the new beat! Yeah! We lack motion! When the day is over, the doors are locked on us 'Cause money buys the access, and we can't pay the cost How can we expect anyone to listen if we are using the same old voice We need new noise New art for real people! We dance to all the wrong songs! We enjoy all the wrong moves! We dance to all the wrong songs! We're not leading We dance to all the wrong songs! We enjoy all the wrong moves! We dance to all the wrong songs! We're not, we're not, we're not, we're not, we're not We're not Leading! We dance all the wrong songs We enjoy all the wrong moves We dance all the wrong songs We dance all the wrong songs We enjoy all the wrong moves We dance all the wrong songs Here we go! We dance to all the wrong songs We enjoy all the wrong moves We dance to all the wrong songs We're not leading Yeah, yeah, yeah The new beat, the new beat, the new beat, the new beat The new beat, the new beat, the new beat, the new beat The new beat, the new beat, the new beat, the new beat The new beat, the new beat, the new beat, the new beat Thank you

As the day begins Those of us still standing Can't look away Can't look away From the silent regard Of blackness between stars Drunk shadows dancing In their favourite bars She refused to say He didn't know he could The spell they cast Carved out the world Two tins cans And a line Carry no voices Just whispers in the distance Most things remain forever imaginary Most things remain forever imaginary As the day begins Those of us still standing Can't look away Can't look away Can't look away Credits

(Who nigga, ayy) Baby so fire I looked up and said, "shucks" (uh huh) Her current nigga lame and her baby daddy suck (bitch daddy sucks) Disrespectin' me will get your addy looked up Now I'm pulling up with no plates on the truck (the fucking truck) I be poppin' out, fuck lurkin' in the cut (fuck lurkin' in the cut) I don't give no fuck about none of you niggas or what was what Every time I look at her she feel Like she been touched (like she been) Pull up to my show I show you how to crank it up I'm a East Memphis native I pull up and then degrade him (uh huh) I'm willing and able, I'll stand on top of your table (nigga) I won't tell a fable why you bitches be so playful (huh) I won't let you play tho', Ball the ball just like Play-doh, huh (nigga) You was in my way hoe (bitch), I'mma shake her just like Fabo (Fabo) This bitch think she J-Lo, this bitch never had a halo (had a halo) I'm busy today so I can't chill 'til three, damn nympho Then pull up to my kinfolk we smoke One two three four ten more, you bitch Baby so fire I looked up and said, "shucks" Her current nigga lame and her baby daddy suck (bitch daddy sucks) Disrespectin' me will get your addy looked up (uh huh) Now I'm pulling up with no plates on the truck (on the fucking truck) I be poppin' out, fuck lurkin' in the cut (bitch, in the cut) I don't give no fuck about none of you niggas or what was what Every time I look at her she feel Like she been touched (like she been) Pull up to my show I show you how To crank it up, nigga hush, you bitch

Go to Akina this Saturday Find some punk with in a FD People say is the fastest on Akagi And beat the fire outta him You see me smoking blunts over horizons I'm higher than anybody else who think they hiding New armor on me specially made for me from foreign islands When she hit my blunt, she say she can't lift her eyelids Switch it back to me, I ain't even hear her, I'm just driving Motor on and engine sounding better 'cause I dialed it Bitch I be so fresh, they think lil' Ian came to style it See me smoking blunts, I give no fuck about who doubting The Hollowsquad stand on any mountain See all the aura from me flooding from the fountains When she lay up on me she feel doubtless She laid the glass cherry trim on my outfit You see a hundred million men but who counting I pulled up 240 'cause that's just the way my style is Mr. Fujiwara tried to warn me 'bout the mountains I appreciate it but I'm still finna take it