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This is dedicated to all the fake suckas’
I fold brains like 1000 paper cranes, sticking names on the paper and the papers on the plain of my existence, I admitted my pens only penance as the periods it puts down to end all the menace, forgiveth lord it knows not what it does living from bud to bud just for the buzz and love respectively, y’all ain’t’ above so technically your lookin’ at my sneakers with the gum and rugby, man with more drive than a scuzzy, it’s fantastic the way I slay tracks and blast it, off wild with the Rottweiler cough higher than a sly spider built his web on my thoughts
There goes the neighbourhood, city and state while my compositions slaying yet helped compose my way into the MC and sainthood, y’all know whats good with my foot inside the door singing more than I should. I hold my soul so much it’s cutting circulation when I’m at work murkin’ nations I based it on complacency its taking me to places that are making me adjacent to the best MCEES so don’t test me
Unless there teaching me how to guess correctly I only guessed I’m the best creeds gleam the screen scene to scene it seems that I seem like I see things a little tad graphic but listen to my passage as they stick like magic sick with the rabbit out the fitted cap trick treat beats like a match stick a little bit of friction and it turns to „hear that!” shit, hear it, I live it vividly , it’s funny how you all think the oil spill came from BP but it was me just tryna’ to spill some ink for these beats
You know these words are just stones that I throw when my go-to thoughts flux in limbo
I must be like the 27th rapper to tackle this instrumental but its all about the sentiment the kettle tells the pot, my drums sets got bigger nuts than will farrel so you know they got that swing as I sing to a pitch higher than a bitch calling falsetto as the walls narrow I grab the spike punch and stall metal , I walk out the walls tryna’ rise up but son you ain’t’ much flyer than a bald sparrow, guess who plucked you? I’m chopping up carrots in the pot while these flames scream the name of the one dude to get as equally psychedelic and hectic on the record breaking them as well as making them
Shiiit
1 2 3 4 5 now is it too much for me to ask y’all to get live?
5 4 3 2 1 I wants’ yall’ to be sweating when I gets’ done
That’s right
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