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• Artiste: Dan Le Sac vs Scroobius Pip
• Titre: Entity
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I have been experiencing some unusual path of thinking On a night of public drinking, I have found I am picturing All these different people in a state of undress equal To that of Adam and Eve, I believe this is not a sexual thing Coz I picture men and women in just the skin they were born in It removes their identities and lets me see the entities That I believe their parents see without being obscured by the Costumes that we wera to be a part of this society The skinhead in the Millwall shirt is as susceptible to hurt As any individual both mental and physical Mankind is so cynical and clinical it’s difficult to strip away the visible And envisage the residual not exactly typical But kinda prototypical removing the pontifical External inadmissible mask of the municipal Discarded for the visceral I swear this is permissible in principle You're a big man and ya way too loud But deep down ya mothers still proud of, you But when you strip down and you lose that shroud You’re still the same kid that cried on the way to, school One seems to me to be a solitary sum When referring to yourself it’s an affront To the complexities invested in the chest of these receptacles acceptably presented first as young And many guises are revised as we get old And many lies through each disguise is somehow told To ignite a right of flight despite the might of the contrite we fight inside our minds to somehow have a hold Of the image we present unto the world But beneath this we’re still boys and we’re still girls Not exempt of the resent when we lament upon events that tend to bend and dent the style used to beguile So concerned with what is learned just from our style But when you strip and rip it down to just a smile Then you’re left with just the depth within the naturally constructed form just like when you were born Youre a big man and ya way to loud But deep down ya mothers still proud of, you But when you strip down and you lose that shroud You’re still the same kid that cried on the way to, school