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Monument
03:52
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light graft life
light collapse
piss the pot cup lips
apocalypse
a pair of lips
come apart at the twist, if the twisted
swim in the abyss
not to have a pistol, gotta have a pistol
kindly take to pistol whipping
im done. cuss. stand. you look like a scarecrow
chrsitian.
get your shit together, i wouldnt explain myself
ever never too derranged
no complaints
connect better, words in action seem to range
history's so full of fames
i digest more bullshit, spit it back out as pure flame
dont get it twisted, on my grind, grindin green thumbs
you see me transfixed in functional bliss
you can't say shit thats my monument
im so turnt up on my shit, you could be my monument
fraction of the time i've spent
living, make believe in this
i been through it like a noodle or your movemment
i been known to stitch the time watch the tide roll in the sand
in seoul, castle like so ho, who knew?
no masters bro
no masters bro
no masterbates
im not up for debate
i freestyle heavyweight
jam. gloves turnin pale
white flag in the cosmic
flare sky burn as you come alive inside my earthen eyes
taurus the bull that may be true
bred from bull to just you and me, cop blew the hooey out the frame
knucka, fuck this time frame as i try to explain
purposeless, worthless, kinda driftin baller
ballin on a taller fortune you could not call her
review
im so turnt up on my shit, you could be my monument
fraction of the time i've spent
living, make believe in this
i never impprovise
if i bother you just look into my eyes
squeaky diffraction of my pie slice
i might think twice
before i think im thinkin right
knife fight
its a cat call of duty
crawls, type stall
terminator
up in the arcade
when ya guns in ya face ya gotta blast um
dont say, no se, take it away, i might redo this take
everythings existence is at stake. never
better. feel it like a sword, unsheathed
beneath me is the concrete, nothing rooted in feeling
like an instrumental menstrual situation
im so turnt up on my shit, you could be my monument
fraction of the time i've spent
living, make believe in this
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late at night
cat screams.
cap ties that bond you to me
creepin through the weekend, treasure chest
its just a feeling, i draw the map just to pretend
love collects, its possible and perhaps
i might hop in, passed under the spell
praytell my ohm, from a black and mild
idnt like krishna got arms to spare perhaps
i use the same word in invertibrae
overlaps a sequence of events as i try to relax
take sips out the cup
header up
then dont erupt
sit in a car
i can see past things and how they leave a scar
in the future, face feels im shallow water
dance alone. dont look at that way, specter phone home
expect nothing, raw to the bone.
lesson planned class dismissed,
natural remedy for all the reasons that i used to be pissed
off feelin off, alarmed, sound off roll call is the time i turn off fuck up
bars of silence, bars of music, bars unnder apartments
go along embue in emotional cant gimp out of the clouds
get your head outta the ground, one time
corp aroused not mind
ownership like a used car, no flip.
in a day could go real far, hung jury its my duty
to show all my battle scars
temptation like tempura enraged
come real far turn the page time to hit the stage
up in my gift,
dont hesitate to die to wear a reset button on your face
our fates may entwine,
where i stand is where i am
with my chin up, fine
cruisin
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Cop Pics
02:48
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check, chi ..teenage chi
its like chiing
its like what im
really feellin
its like i really meant to be on
the inside raisin all the demons
and i really mean it
sincerity, got me
creepin as if bleedin
and im not really not tryna be facetious
and i got all the plans and i deleneate
meaning, god level
protocol the prophesies, with the shovel,
dig it out the grave for me
back hand bitch slap effort lit lesley
and i add syllables, no apologies
discretion is refined like hessian faith at metal shows
no disgrace
back hand, rap cloud
do the happenstance
cant stand
on my chances, bad luck do it again
do it again partytime
cunts and crime
and i discipline myself to stop on the dime
and i play off apps as i scrape the fate, its time to sit back and relax
and, never be sarcastic when you take the flask kid
put on your thinking glasses
put up my strongest bid
and i resell it, all the free cable
silly thickness, nice in couplets
that im feelin, ...late!
come to the show with my proper flow
punk never underestimate the foe
and you know the universal law kid
if you draw to the bed, i roll with the coppa pics up,
pension for the pirates!
dark experiences/ no
fires til the weekend
dope through my feelings
yeah
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baba yaga come and save, fake me as incomplete or made me
definitely might exist sometime, when i see my firestick on decline
but for me, the gods i service be like now look here son
please do not bore me, what
excuse myself as i do need to perform
because cosmological after scooby doo
special place of friendship end up hardship
it starts on my familys worship
dads design. darkness, maybe
i could never be, afraid
complicated that i
watchin
the cold eyes as i munch holloween candy
too you young at the time tttt time
your play was to hollow my teeth to get to relate to me
tttt
too young to know that you was a hollow daddy
i chewed all the fat see
bitch please oh torture is old news to read
never foiled like you tin man
i slayed all the worms inside your garbage can.....
.......
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Trick (Bitch Dance)
04:11
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uh oh
blemish shelter remedy messages diminish
scarab set rapped in pharoah, never
i shot the sherriff,
i shot a place, headless palaces, the body chalices
special case patience will fake shit like the matrix
yellow pages, like potato cliff, like piss, can blue penis gif?
but if you want to outlive dust, metal cages rust
and thats hope and thats a hope
negative hip switch and thats a hope
bitch heathcliff, beneath rich
deep chocolate resevere wish
deeper dish, empathy limp
precipice while you tryna reach up on my hips
and i can calypso, like my times collapse what you know bro
psych college a cool stance, as i transplant this improvis
in national dance
national pants and i am the anthem, i praise the food, and im praised in hand some cancer sticks, and i crawl through it like a tunnel vision split
glasses my past is, my past is ours,
pour in
im what im after
simple as that, no chorus, double n dack
what the fuck, reversin words
when your luck runs out, im the k.o. and what the announcers talkin bout, rewind
my steam, magic
party partner rather firestarter
u knot tragic eyeballer
i, baller, derivative parter
take her apart , put her back from the start
in the instruction manual, its a heart
other fishes eclipse my shit no way
youre out the door disbeliever
funnin to the problems of existential creepers
need to say, was here nor there
no problem, brb, no way, one way
down the cul de sac, rain
thats my refrain
youth in the membrane
sucka dance
sucka tash,
sucka dance
wont u clap
wont u say ill be right back
dont foget to write
trick
bitch dance
right, bitch
right now
bitch/ dance
right/ now
bitch, glance at my ego death.
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