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Exile
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Exile was released on January 1, 2010 by Inertia Music as a part of the album Exile
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AlbumExile
Release DateJanuary 1, 2010
LabelInertia Music
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM96

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Spit Syndicate
Spit Syndicate
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Spit Syndicate
Spit Syndicate
Composer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I operate on a higher plane, my thoughts take a higher train
It's dope then you should know the suppliers name
Syd city on home sweet home
My nine to five grind seems to go by slow
With no respect, how could you look up in the mirror?
The world is looking shady and the future's no clearer so
Runaway train of thought, my sore knuckles say
Love and hate, huffing shakes straight till I suffocate
With no respect, how could you look up in the mirror?
The world is looking shady and the future's no clearer so
I operate on a higher plane, my thoughts take a higher train
[Verse 2]
She said I gotta get away from it
Dreams of an escape from it
Won't let this city get another day from her
Takes solace in the cloak of night, like grave robbers
Scanning every face, an enemy of the state
Watches the world around her in a steady decline
Detached from it all, yet her mind is heavy
Cartographers couldn't sketch the lines
Of the place she's going, nah, they'll never find her
[Verse 3]
Death styles of the young and the beautiful
Nightclub cubicles, cocaine cuticles
But the glitter don't soothe her soul
She feels lost like Rufio waiting for her cue to go
She might've found it, plays it loud until it drowns it
Out and the neighbors come around
This is something that you should know
Projectiles for the dutiful exile, soon she'll go
[Verse 4]
I operate on a higher plane, my thoughts take a higher train
It's dope then you should know the suppliers name
Syd city on home sweet home
My nine to five grind seems to go by slow
With no respect, how could you look up in the mirror?
The world is looking shady and the future's no clearer so
Runaway train of thought, my sore knuckles say
Love and hate, huffing shakes straight till I suffocate
[Verse 5]
He said I gotta break free form this head of mine
To where the stars and the road up ahead align
Food's good, weather's fine, there's not time like the present
And despite the many times he tried to pay it, then never mind
He's wearing thin like the set of tires under him
Stop signs he pass shine bright like his petrol light
Cartographers couldn't sketch the lines of the place he's going
Nah, they could never find him
[Verse 6]
Demoted from heaven, promoted from hell
For thought crime, do his time all alone in a cell
He see's it all from his windowsill, lights up with the devil
Blows smoke halos with the L
He needs a one way flight to bring him back to life
A pad and pencil, gather essentials, pack light
The irony of pitch black skies on a Sunday
I'ma get up outta here one day
Written by: Spit Syndicate
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