Tek Tell Tales
Written By Teknical Development .IS

Hook:

Tek tells tales/
Tales Tek tells, tales sick/
Tell tales Tek/
Tek tells tales big/
Tell Tek to tell tales/
And light spliffs/
And tell some tales up quick/


Verse:

Time froze in his eyes as he ego slips/
From the place that his body now resides/
Echoes only heard/
Ears corrupted/
The sounds you hear are those foot steps/
Rushing around a broken body/
Screams resemble torture/
The view such a horrifying shock/
Blood stains, it drips/
Falling from your face/
Tears of your last cries/
Ones who don't care, they walk on by/
But live to tell their families on what they just see/
They hug their kids with such a passion/
The sounds of sirens/
They play the score for the night/
Howling like a pack of hungry wolves/
Car door still left open/
Numbers on the side next to white lies/
In the form of sentences/
Witness speaking voice trembling/
Police officers they tryna intimidate/
They fuming, pissed off/
Like they blaming you for this murder/
All you saw was what look like a routine stop/
Officers hand, waving up in dudes face/
He's smoking a zoot, hand in pocket/
Community officer shook/
Young lady, early twenties../
Saying nothing, "we need to step back"/
Something in civilians brain/
It switch like a Pit/
Jackal and Hyde/
Manner of scale/
Voice of a Warrior/
He scream " you fucking like knife crime?"/
Stop this, he slice his face/
Flesh look like a partial sea/
Crimson waters drench his uniform/
Panic spreads, his heart rate increases/
One for the road/
I see you in hell/
He sliced his throat/

Hook:

Tek tells tales/
Tales Tek tells, tales sick/
Tell tales Tek/
Tek tells tales big/
Tell Tek to tell tales/
And light spliffs/
And tell some tales up quick/

Verse Two:

He slams his cars breaks/
Not a chance in hell to check his mirrors/
Tyres scream, rubber burns,
He smells it through the open window/
Music still bumping out the speakers/
All he heard was the thump over bass lines/
As the bonnet hit her body/
Face smash the window/
All he got was that broken noise/
Lucky bastard, had his seatbelt on/
Now he's shacking, can't move/
Like he frozen, shook by the life that he just took/
Conscious part of his brain manufacture thoughts/
Drive away, burn the car/
Its late night very quite/
Vine yards in France/
Kinda like the lanes in Switch Blade Massacre/
He finds his feelings back/
Now his powers/
Click by that seatbelt/
Acute pain from the rib section/
Slowly opens up the door/
Left foot out the grave/
Blurry vision helped by that one working head light/
Feet plays a tune as he steps the ground/
Mixed with the gravel and the shattered glass/
Radiator steam hissing/
Water leaking/
Engine tapping/
Grill drippin, with the Human elements/
The fluid that runs like a train/
Underground in that vein/
Not to notice, long brunette hair/
Face missing body twisted/
Hand bag near by/
Opens it, photo card provided by the One/
Displays the name Antoinette/
He never knew her, since he's close to home
Walking backwards/
Falls on the floor/
Cries only feed the ears of hell/
Folded like a deck of cards/
For the last time/
He pulls out the phone and dials the number to his future cell/