Monsters Lyrics

Ill Literature is the third release from the south-west based hip hop crew known as The Scribes. The album features The Scribes usual members but has also had a number of outside associates help out on certain tracks, this has brought in a range of different influences and styles resulting in what has to be one of the best albums this year.

The album features a total of 10 tracks, each of these tracks have been perfected; each with their individual style, range of influences and great variety of subject matter. Shaun Amos delivers heartfelt poetry on every track over some seriously dope beats mixed with some guitar licks and some scratching by Lacey. Normally we would highlight some of our favourite tracks off the album but it's near impossible to do, check out their tracks below accompanied with the lyrics!

Monsters by The Scribes

Monsters Lyrics

Year of Release: 2012

Verse 1

I walk with zombies/ Talk with monsters/
And ghosts of a haunted conscience/ And all that nonsense/
Banshees who squawk my swansong/
And store bought gorgons whose call is constant/
The orcish contents of Mordor's mansions/
I hit the club with a swarm of phantoms/
And Satan's lapdogs who brawl at random/
I rise above hate and fall abandoned/
A foolish plan for man them turned goblin/
Following harpies with fake tans and collagen/
Quite astonishing/ Abolishing the spectre of saviours/
My neighbour is Hannibal Lecter/
A cannibal network of cannabis head jerks/
Walk my own path so often my legs hurt/
Monster hunter/ Dragon slay expert/
Off their heads I bled truth from my neck/ Spurt/

Hook

Monsters on your street/
Whisper while you sleep/

Verse 2

I talk to devils/ Preach to demons/
Sit down to eat with heathens/
Each week I weaken/ My weapon is the speech I'm speaking/
Just please oh please let me keep on breathing/
I'm seeking reason in streets of undead/
Acolytes packing pipes eyes run read/
And doped up ogres like locusts unfed/
The walking dead best be home by sunset/
The city burns at night fight the fires out/
Dying out blood cries lust crimes vampire counts/
In the lions mouth crying out got to make jaws drop/
The needle's a horcrux for warlocks/
Ghouls of the law lost it all cost grows/
Walk the streets with a sawn off load/
Monster hunter/ Storm crossed roads/
Where the beasts are all lost souls/

Hook

Monsters on your street/
Whisper while you sleep/

Verse 3

I talk to myself now/
Because it turns out that no one was listening/
And all of the treasures that we seek in life are buried underground and no longer glistening/
So I sought out my soul in the hope that within myself I'd find comfort/
But I cannot sleep and I can't get no peace on these streets that are so full of monsters/
Insomniac bed time/ Zombie smack head types/
Haunted house/ Can't set my head right/
Living dead like monsters with dead eyes/
Glowing like headlights/ Smoking from death pipes/
Needles stake hearts break hearts and take lifes/
Evil slaves that all wait until late night/
Till emerging like vermin from grave sites/
So I stay home and pray for the daylight/

Lyrics taken from UndergroundHH, check out our full database of The Scribes Lyrics.

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