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Verse 1(Sleep Sinatra):
Trained specialist- you'll get maimed effortless
My Strength present in the pain that I'm centered in
Developing the gains- like weight lifters
Used to lift weight- but the word payments way slicker
Remain a blizzard I'm cold with it
Negus wanna trip and get ya soul lifted- I'm going the whole distance
Every 16 is hieroglyphics
Like I was Del- I'll cast a spell to leave ya mind twisted
This non fiction- like Ill bill
Focused on being a father- if you want that slaughter though I still will
In the name of my daughters tryna chill
Your fortress really a sand castle it's nothing to spill
I'm something real that you rarely see
Going against me is heresy- a King by apparent genes
We much different- so i ain't sharing free
You comin unprepared- let me air it now they scared to breathe
Verse 2:
You misread box office tickets, this is not B.A. Baracus
This is Hannibal Lecter, eating your Faceman, get put to rest in coffins
Howlin' Mad Murdock, as a mind doctor, sound like I've been signed to Rawkus
I came from dirt and roaches, you were born gifted with options/
My moccasins hard to walk in, my life is an endless nocturne
Been depressed incessantly, but never slitting my carpals
They tend to mock us sad-types, but pretend to dread our losses
My head's melting like gallium, my thoughts, twisted colossus
Like metal man peddlin' xan to adolescents, hidden in pockets
Pop pills till they sit in the carpool lane unconscious
The car behind 'em ain't prepared so it ends up rear-endin 'em
DUI deaths caused by senseless kids who don't know medicine
Avoidable corpses that have now gone cold, joined with the sediment
Ended lives of drivers show my mental state unsettlin'
Like ex's in court battles, they perpetually fight on
Vexed because they never saw the other was a python
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Atmospherics
03:01
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Silvertongue sharp like I ate a whetstone
Awakening like redbone I had to get known
Set in stone, better grown leaf shine golden
Like some crowned teeth, when the beat contains Roland
808, 818 boy I annihilate
Rhyming stakes is high like De La Soul, this aligning fate
Jukebox like a diner date, Luke walking the skies all day
Animaniac, I'm Spielberg when I concentrate
Visionary missions switching, kitchenware to eat the game
You splitting hairs, i spit incendiary rounds I heat the flames
Plasma state personified, I orchestrate a peerless show
Harold Ramis, when I bust the spirits out, a fearless glow
Unstoppable underdog, the undefeated
When they try to trace me, indeterminate, cant get a reading
0 over 0, getting gear to try and help the hearing
Like a court bailiff, on a spaceship penetrating atmospherics
Verse 2:
My pen game been the finest since a DS stylus
When everything I wore made me an eBay stylist
Stingray gliding, off pink, green, violet
Tally up the substances, got me extra like Huntington's
Ramayana Hanuman or journey to the west
Treat me like a demon, sinister like on your left
Never left the west, but i still shine like Smif n Wessun
Reflections of my past led me to work more towards my blessings
Bridge:
Take to the sky and smoke up this fire
I hope you can hear all these words from the wise
Through all atmospherics, I know you cant see me
Open third eye, that's the sixth chakra, believe me
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Verse 1:
Pad and pen with Adam's apple cracking, rapping tragedies.
At my core like abdomen, I pass the test of mastery
Seize the throne to reach where only Jesus and Caesar known
Meet your maker, teach the fakers leading 'em to thinking domes
Reading Homer's Iliad to silly lads expanding minds
Feeding fam, understand the value of the pantomime
Never spitting random lines, my stanza rhymes infused with spirit
Phoenix fire coded, written in my double helix
Rising from the ashes if I burn out I'm still rushing back
Diving into tidal waves of sorrow that were crushing, max
Damage to my soul, in the lowest I climb Jacobs ladder
Making badder rhythms to define my place among the chatter
Prophetic with alphabetics, had to let 'em know/
My sixteens like the Sistine ceiling made by Michelangelo
Mans creation, damaged faces made by sin, I take my chances
Holy lances of the templar aimed straight at assassin mantis
Hook:
Rising from the ash
Like a dying match
Light another day
Never fade away
Verse 2:
Its like ashes to ashes and dust to dust
But before then gotta satiate my wanderlust
If I'm living in a cycle than a cyclones unavoidable
The eye of the storm stares straight into my pineal
Gland, understand that I need to see the lands
And the seas sevenfold, like avenged, hope I can
Sins add up the same, gotta keep myself grounded
If greed is the goal then the vision gets shrouded
Plead on my knees for survival in this jungle
Concrete, honestly, so hard not to stumble
Juggling so much, no free hand for the rap lines
Struggling underwater like a child getting baptized
Burst out the font, now I live how I want
Burning lungs, water stung, now I'm back, never front
No charades, inspire words, throw parades when the firebird
Jets up, spectacular like a firework
Hook:
Rising from the ash
Like a dying match
Light another day
Never fade away
Verse 3(Defcee):
The term “dark arts” is quite backwards
All that occult shit is white magic
Colonizers callin voodoo rites savage after
spillin island blood til every member of the tribe Catholic
A tipped scale and a fine balance,
Ya ship sailed along the Y axis
You still making lateral moves, frozen behind
lines of scrimmage expecting that somebody uh pass it to you
Callouses grew on my kindness, body stay
wrapped in a blue bruise whenever life hits.
This burden hurt my walk, now it’s a light lift.
You was givin' out free work, and the price fixed.
Drop they bottom dollar on the skillset,
while you thrown into the coliseum as a shield test.
Stayin on my toes like a heel press,
You just lucky that ya stamp ain’t been peeled yet.
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Paladin (feat. Scorcese)
02:40
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Verse 1:
The blood of the martyr, just like crucifixion, filling my water cup up to the brim
From the beginning was wrecking the records, go call up Guinness and see if I'm in
Imma be up in the liquor store smoking the sinner shit like its a smorgasbord
After I drink this tequila and vodka 12 shots in you know that I pour some more
Manticore, scorpion, purple drink portions, sting like a hornet, bringing that warship
Jumping like Jordan, when I'm recording, get your shit sorted, or just go dormant
Grill you like foreman, building a fortress, just to kick back and chill like a .44
In winter wars, like Sebastian or Cappa, ironman, genius I swing liquid swords
Chimeric, his air is incendiary, my whip is American, dipped on the barracks
No infantry camo, my livings a miracle, wearing a flannel, you copy like parakeet
Coast like G perico, west no Chanel but I'm aiming for menswear like thugger and Hendrix
Drugs like the medics, no punch in, I'm expert, doper than ten bricks, scope out my entrance
Young version Kendrick, I'm pallid and piling, the magic of madness, no valid intention
Calendar said I'm a year in my twenties, slamming whichever grandstander like Denny's
Cook up crack bars like an omelette, this ain't a flex I'm just on my be honest shit
Impossible like I'm beyond all the cattle and sheep, fuck the ham, never swallow it
Verse 2(Scorcese):
Forward March to oblivion
Primates and simians
Kanye’s and conways
This a Jim Jones Millennium
Foul cons or Jimmy Fallons
Fall of Albion
With this will I am four Zoas
The kingly cobra
spark mieosis In ya measly moments
I know it’s bleak but blink
Bet you sheep bleat
sustain your torment
Pain is pleasure
I parade ya failures
Like the death of Hector
Mister Achilles Heel
At the podium deliver spiels
Booming voice like War Reels
In the early 30s
Asgard treasure room
Where you find my jersey
I’m deemed worthy
Cuz the hammer I hold
Can’t be wielded by any iteration of Thor
Lost Lore like Beowulf’s Journey
Or Jesus 30 years
Traveling Thru Egypt
Absorbing knowledge that the Greek stole
And the lost tribes vanished
Like hourglass sand
Easy flips but the times remain same
Our minds remained chained
But ours souls remain planes
Shaped like Circular objects
The curse of our dominance
Divine prominence
Bridge:
Paladin spitting the ballads
Cure maladies for my balance
Started a dark knight like Cecil
Now I shine like Louis palace
Ya'll needa expand your palate
Galleries made from my palette/
Getting treated like Van Gogh's ear by all
Spreading a message but who hear my call?
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Aegis
02:31
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Feel like Aegeus, gonna throw the towel in
Foul stench, had to shower off, power spent
Aegis rim, 13 sentinels on the sixty inch
Regis Philbin, got the Guinness for hours spent
On the television, dwelling in different timelines
Voices in my head ain't me, yet a fine line
Like love and hate, hard to make a distinction
But I stay concentrated, like a tincture
Strange dreams, seem like memories, who's sharing 'em?
Maybe its just me and I'm stuck here bearing 'em
Air it out, keep my mind open, that's paramount
Fair amount of people who hated just staring now
Once I get calibrated, connected to something greater
No messiah, more mecha, sentinel cells
First line of defense, enemies make craters
Tryna takeover, but I give 'em hell and rebel
Hook x2:
Tried taking the terminal, get terminated
Mind floating in a cage, shocks germinating
Through the nervous system, action potentials
Wish I was immune to the burns in my mental
Verse 2:
Brain turned to mush by invaders of cognizance
Fighting for prominence of my own body and it
Feels like a shell, I peek out like nautilus
Hypnotic pendulums tricked me into offering
More than bargained for in a devilish pact
Made before Santa ever got to write naughty lists
When the anagram said pentagrams would distract
From the words between the ink, unseen, like a hijabi is
In fact, ill-informed decisions informal
Sorted verbally than shook palms, no coconuts
On the isle I'll be stuck, abnormal
Smoking bud and ride it out like Chocobos, I'm choking up
Made direct contact with Rashaverak
Unappealing wielder of a knowledge unknown
Said the ascensions unexpected like a bear trap
Overmind's judging which ones next for the throne
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Verse 1:
I move in silence like a motherfucking virus
Me and Conor bring dishonor to your whole phylum
Lineage so different, I'm not human, you're in fear of me
Told me fix it all through some pills and more therapy
Errors here apparently, in Sisyphus eternity
I'm cancerous, abandoned, this the crash of the Titanic
Left to freeze, a frozen rose is jack shit in the winter breeze
Until the heat returns another season, here it never leaves
Evergreen territory, tundra at the hottest
Danger like the mouse, and I ain't talking about the modest
Prophets talk of nonsense to the common ears fondest
Minds locked in, found the cure, I'm a locksmith
Eye-popping like proptosis, they're astonished
Anti-prophet like a coolest monkey in the jungle ad
J.j. fad way my mind supersonic
Yellow hedgehog emeralds on my necklace, so I'm flossin' now
Verse 2 (Lt. Headtrip):
shuffle muffled as a pathogen or church rat, muted by the hush money Vatican.
Yup, The Tramp's back again. More Fatal Mallet less slap stick shenanigans. Handle it.
I put the fun back in funeral. Gag so many fascists that it's unconstitutional.
Type to eat the vegan haggis hoggish out a human skull. Gruesome, yeah, but cuter than a kewpie doll.
You bards braggin' how your tools are refined. Build a whole image 'round moveable lies
Act vampy with the truth in the light, and then go silent like "u" in disguise.
Who am I to posture? I borrowed this face. Toxic fathers snub the muzzle but they acquire the taste in time.
You buyin silence? I'm a bad boy to pay.
Shit, I couldn't keep quiet in the vacuum of space
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Hook:
Kamehameha, gummy god I got you
Get your power level up, like roku imma shock you
Avatar like korra, got the key to all like Sora
And my heart was locked in darkness so I'm feeling like I'm Riku
7 lights, dead of night, shining through the heartless
Meta knight, shredding like, skaters on a park bench
Get a life, phoenix down, tough to seize my throne and crown
Golden child, sold your style like Bush, I don't beat around
Verse 1:
Put you under spell like succubus once you touch her lips
Condom enters in her while she drains you of your lustfulness
Relish in the climax while she hijacks all your oxygen
Ya'll still playing catch up, never mustered up the confidence
May un-ace you, number one, the top while underdog
Saving face like kings and queens in poker, balled like Chernobog
Thunder tells a story of a storm, my music struck the earth
Seer up in this, I'm dripping like I'm mister Buttersworth
Still unearth the secrets of the ancient populations
You smoke up the opium and stick to poppy stations
Chopin nocturne like my life I bump it in my playlist
Shin megami tensei, demons in me conversating
Outer space, the journey strange, I'm facing gods like Janus
Two doors leading different paths, with ink upon my pages
Writing my own Ramayana epic, law vs. chaos
Taking shots of vodka, call it my inoculation
Bars in this like chocolate, sweet and dark, some milky way shit
Tasted like Godiva, ride through cities in a spaceship
Name for coupes in future, cinematic like the club
Mars, two moons, the way I shift the gravity a ton
Hook:
Kamehameha, gummy god I got you
Get your power level up, like roku imma shock you
Avatar like korra, got the key to all like Sora
And my heart was locked in darkness so I'm feeling like I'm Riku
7 lights, dead of night, shining through the heartless
Meta knight, shredding like, skaters on a park bench
Get a life, phoenix down, tough to seize my throne and crown
Golden child, sold your style like Bush, I don't beat around
Verse 2:
I don’t watch dragon ball z
I’m not a loser
I ride a skateboard, not a pt cruiser
Riots vs the baby boomers
Get your feeling’s hurt more
Than robots and nerd core
Hot sauce and surfboards
Mortal Kombat was always better than Street Fighter
Apple juice break turned to apple cider
In the cypher with 25 to lifers and outsiders
When the leaves show gold and red
I hold my head cos I’m cold and dead
Wrapped in plastic like Laura Palmer
Stay cool and calmer cos the world’s full of drama
Pimps and hoes, lighting cigarettes on stoves
Win big, lose big, go for broke
With style I invoke a new hope
Can’t stop, won’t stop, I’m too close
The LA slop to en Vogue
Do the worm now
The Burger King burned down
I got turned around
Still end up with a $20 in my pocket
The coin still spinning with your picture in my locket
Strap me to a rocket, I got places to be
Rolling in my sockets, got a ace up my sleeve
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Verse 1:
Those who say he lost his touch are known to say he talks too much
Flow is paintbrush strokes upon a canvas going dawn to dusk
Agony magnet, draggin' days, like Tiamat
Rags in the basket, spastic cause I seen a lot
Ragna amassing azure, bloodedge, deep in thought
Growing like chia, my chi infused with lean and pot
Dogs gonna need a shot I'm rabid once the needle drop
Mantis miasma, last name told to leave the spot
Spotless leaves of grass rolled in tobacco, my chiasma
Intersect addictions for this insect-likened bastard
Lycanthrope and Dracula still coexist but be at war
Underworld, I equalize, I'm lichen, both, I'm breeded for it
Symbiosis, nimble Joker, most my moments off the drogas
Crispr changes in gene locus, engineered for laser focus/
Trickster shows like Arsene my persona, live with sins of mine
Crystallize emotions like a vestige, signs of wintertime
Verse 2(Iceberg Theory):
The young had habits of the old, the aged were as children
Building whole systems, made the farmstead resilient
IT would be an understatement if you said the shine was brilliant
In life you get what you ask, brought the order to fulfillment
Rappers my sons, abandon the child like James Hillman
Like Siegfried, exposed in glass vessels in the river
Enlil, Lord wind, made his seed in Nippur
Reed huts in the village, Christ blood with the spillage
Trans substantiation of the sacrament could will it
Distillate, I've been grinding like millet
To these rappers I'm a whale to a krill fish
Disciplined with shard sword, iron rod, and bacillus
Say they want darts and got skin that's hemophilic
Religions that were founded on a novel like vril
He know the dark under the stars when it was fearless
Tom Bombadil, you need to pay homage for real.
Verse 3:
Tryna pack 'em in this pigment pigeonhole
Mind attracts the wickedness, kindred souls
Finders act possessive of the public domain
Blinds are cracked 'cause mess if shoved in rubbish for pain
Rappers bite, they lack delight, the aftertaste is bitter
Slap your lights, be back tonight while plastered, flaming litter
Garbage fire residence, should warn your babysitter
Bar binge, fire red intense, good morning, gave 'em jitters
Not a threat, a cautionary tale of this genre
Dropping bombs like ganja shops to form double entendres
Broke in cents, broken since, bro can sense anomalies/
Poking at your Grinch with 36 inch poles, body deep
A curd and whey I spit like cottage cheese so fucking rotten
A ward got me questioning the gin like it was cotton
Side a magic carpet ride away, that made his mystic
Wish for riches, before couldn't gift the lady lipstick
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Verse 1:
I was skipping class, dipping and trippin', I'm flipping and chipping' em
Stripped of my ignorance, imitants, never tipping 'em
Sipping and Pippin exploring a vast curriculum
Slippin' in dissonance, I'm gripped below the pendulum
Beat the rap game to a pulp like orange
Busting through the doorhinge like a brand new foreign
Terminator, way I'm drippin' looking like the percolator
Bending the description as a perfect rhythmic operator
Withering conscience spitting blithering nonsense
I was hitting the bongs and smoking blunts as a novice
I was promised a lot, bout as much as I promised
And I got it all gone through some gambling process
Karmatic balance, heart tactics start fast
Illmatic warpath, a warrior-nomad
Car max speed till totaled for the Carfax
And I could be like Immenslope with my ID, got no badge
Pre-Hook:
Brain of grey, a chain reaction, or assay
Chain attack the way I'm stacking gold from my neck to my waist
Chaining me up fucking with my head, I carry so much weight
If I split or multiply like agar plates its all the same
Hook:
All the same, all the same, all the same
Play the game, stay the same, all the same
All the same, all the same, all the same
Laid to waste, or led by faith, all the same
Verse 2:
So get roasted get toasted, my homies toast to my success
Every time I'm boasting, and floating, I'm only known as the best
Coat is Hilfiger, and the smoke is heavy hitters
Flow is bread-winning, hajime like the beginners
Know the feeling ignorance is bliss we call it nescience
Lessons of genetics in my head along with Mencius
Blessings on more blessings, I'm headed for excellence ascension
When you see me in my prime, optimums a mention
Octomom still doing porn? Wonder how her kids today
Growing up with stigma like a flying pig, we cant relate
That'll be the day I stop spitting this shit as mantidae
Like really how is Man today? My plans today was planet grey
Dull and repetitious with no mission but to smoke and play
Full of empty wishes, dirty laundry, dishes, rue the day
Could've cleaned 'em up but just sat back bumping raw backwards
Remember raws and backwoods used to ignite like some magic
Pre-Hook:
Brain of grey, a chain reaction, or assay
Chain attack the way I'm stacking gold from my neck to my waist
Chaining me up fucking with my head, I carry so much weight
If I split or multiply like agar plates its all the same
Hook:
All the same, all the same, all the same
Play the game, stay the same, all the same
All the same, all the same, all the same
Laid to waste, or led by faith, all the same
Verse 3(2DollaWill:
Butte zombies all the same
Hallways, lobbies, rotten brains
All day probably putting shots in veins
I cook the pot in the cake
The canna butter infusion
I’m with ya mother showing her my new music
We under the influence
Had to dodge a few pigs
Cops is useless always stupid
Always douches
Legatt hallways polluted
With the fumes that blue shit
My cougars cute ish
She keep the pot brownies in the cooler
Put a hole in ya chest Robert Downey Jr
She a sniper
Play with her clit till she hiss like a viper
All nighters
Can piper, ganja, kujiper
I send a verse it’s always fire
I spit a verse when I lost my lighter
Near my bong to light it
I heard ya song you should be apologizing
My team all the nicest
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Verse 1:
Sometimes i feel like my music ain't appreciated
You pay for rappers albums that are straight up overrated
I keep integrity, and abstain from making cash grabs
No payday or purchases, but you worshippin' trash bags
Burning purp like its sage, I'm a hermit in a cave
Lighter like a lantern, tryna find the answers
Searching from within, even got a tarot deck
Fear of self like scarecrow, beck dialect
I don't mean a call or holler, strings are like a collar
Hold my breath, showing I'm restrained by the neck
Wanna learn guitar but got a fixed mindset
Timed tests stressing me out, tried my best
Quite a contrast with my off-time, overthinking
Gemstones, mind is Tycho, shining nose
Rhinos on the brink of extinction, I'm next
Cold soul tryna burn the frost off his clothes
Verse 2(EYESWIDESHUT):
I'm burning like a star for certain
I ain't think I'd make it far from my perfect
Time apart, healing scars with purple
Figure I could sleep it off, was worth it
Now I only wear my heart on the surface
The show keep going on, sliding curtains slow
Playing karmic tag on the earth, she flirting on me
On me hard living through a lie, I ain't surprised
Was shaky from the jump, I can see it in they eyes
What a life this is, trekking through the night shift
Tense, wonder if I might slip, shit
Try again, and again
And again, till the end
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Verse 1(Tokyo Cigar):
Drums collide
Hand glide
James brown
Records spun round
Meanwhile across town
Paul frowned
Ali bumaye
Knuckle up day
Catch the replay
D day
Evil kennival jumpsuit
Peoples loving the drum loops
Burgundy coupe
In one fell swoop
GZa
Tape delivered
Peace my nigga
Plus listen to sza
Enchant
Up in Thailand like a Elephant
Foot stance
Kick the big branch
Impact sound
Put it down
Paranoia
High powered lawyers
Tom Sawyer
Walking through the foyer
Whistling Elvis
He orders the fish
When he went through the list
ain’t this a bitch
Lost the hash
Hurt like Johnny cash
Sound clash
Where I went last
Bull fight
Fly kites
Rocking Nikes
Doing Side swipes
Y’all rap niggaz gotta get the shit right
Hook(Tokyo Cigar):
Everybody shake your body
And grab a hottie
Move it like John Gotti
Verse 2:
Tokyo cigar and I bizarre as the Pharcyde
JoJo's heart thrived in the stands, star shines
Platinum card of the arcana, talking seventeen
Life passing me by, runnin' out of steam
Energy like monster or a 5-hour power up
Just to squash a bowser, fire flowers in his tower
Now were in reversal, like a retake at rehearsals
Axe led to ash, like lent, give it up
Tithes reach into your purse, no halo
Its good to help others but got no payroll
God wont hate, since the shine is coming soon
Just remember who was there for you or you lose
Choose your battles wisely, Ronald Isley situations
Contagious complications rest in peace my Uncle Denny
Diabetes and the weight had to hurt heavy
I just hope you get your way above and smile happy
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Verse 1:
I've noticed nowadays fools who ain't with no static reppin' hard/
Say their taste expensive like aristocratic lemon bars
Follow things so mindlessly, need Socratic seminars
Two faced, mind cant stay in place like their nomadic gemini
Brain ain't stable, mine ain't either, but that doesn't make us equal
Buggy freak will frequently release bee stings in sneaky weasels
Rage is so amazing guess I'm like the step-son of King Minos
My dad might be Cretan Bull, laying waste to the Greek People
Sea god's wrath passed on to him, want him dead, me in a cage
Found they can't contain, restrain or maim me, there's no war to wage
Never win, so they try to keep me underground for life
My thesis is, I'm beastliest, and can't die by a string and knife
Drink the wine of Dionysus, read and write these thinker's pieces
Speak in lies and think of pleasing' who you see in twitter feeds
Really it's just hedonism, mind is childish, head to recess
Sink in tides, well I'm leviathan, so know you're getting eaten
Need no stinkin' prize to be the best, so keep your gramophones
Y'all gone in the blink of an eye, so think I'll stand alone/
If this new school had 10 year reunions, y'all would show up broke
Valedictorian, I'm a sleeper hit, I ain't no joke
So even if they point and laugh, say I'm a nerd and got no life
I'll show you punks your daft, and yes my mind absurd but holds a light
Flickers on and off, it's like a kindergartener at the switch
Here to stay, your rap career last long as tinder partnerships
Hook:
Feel like I'm astral project, paparazzi, shooting stars
John Wilkes Booth, Bruce Willis, meteoric shards
A holy aloha is i, a ho lay lo, ha
A Danny born Ramayana, nay a mar 'n' Robyn nada
Swole elbow bowling, bole built, branches be breaking
Greasy grimy germination going grossly gaining greatness
Rascal ,LA Csar, ebola, a lobe apart
Trap an ounce of weed, you ain't got the smoking heart
Verse 2(Vic Spencer):
They hating and I know how it feel
Put ya body in a pine box then clean up the field
Put the infrared beam to ya will blow the paper into tree
Tune to the mark of the beast
I’m ready to eat make sure you get deleted
Bitches on my dick cuz I’m getting weeded
And I love being in traffic jams
Blaze up all of the trees then lay back like I have been slammed
Sticky situation like Velcro
Brand new Jordan sweats with the shell toes
Return of the magic wand,
I beat ya ass with a thousand arms now you scared to come around these parts
I be the genius that be spitting the facts
Been doing that since v was swifting a Jack
Cop the shits from the Citgo you know how this shit go
The PIFF blow, on the microphone like 10-4
Hook:
Feel like I'm astral project, paparazzi, shooting stars
John Wilkes Booth, Bruce Willis, meteoric shards
A holy aloha is i, a ho lay lo, ha
A Danny born Ramayana, nay a mar 'n' Robyn nada
Swole elbow bowling, bole built, branches be breaking
Greasy grimy germination going grossly gaining greatness
Rascal ,LA Csar, ebola, a lobe apart
Trap an ounce of weed, you ain't got the smoking heart
Verse 3:
Jesus carter, be the martyr
Fish with tartar, vision smarter
My mouth bad like tartar, you sweetie pies, but we be tarter
No one harder, Firestarter, loads of garbage, know I'm guarding'
Rap with scythes, hang with my partners, pushing boundaries, go uncharted
Nathan Drake, live dangerous while you complacent fate
Race and chase to space like childhoods end, overseers wait
For a higher mind to let us in till we communicate
Thoughts so far up in the sky you'd think my blunt was laced
And we say we waste time, emit ETs awe, way sew DNA
Shark Sawtooth waves, Paul Stanley, Starchild, kiss your dreams awa/
Sharp foreign ideas between lines of code I've written
Loops back to the if then statement like the end of Lonerism
Unsurprising, sun is rising just to play another day
On a mundane repeat Monday, running just a little late
Brittle fates that always change, but some are stuck in lovers ways
Silver surfer, silk spectre, hovering through nebulae/
Hook:
Feel like I'm astral project, paparazzi, shooting stars
John Wilkes Booth, Bruce Willis, meteoric shards
A holy aloha is i, a ho lay lo, ha
A Danny born Ramayana, nay a mar 'n' Robyn nada
Swole elbow bowling, bole built, branches be breaking
Greasy grimy germination going grossly gaining greatness
Rascal ,LA Csar, ebola, a lobe apart
Trap an ounce of weed, you ain't got the smoking heart
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Mantis The Miasma California
A musical artist who explores the many themes of life and death. Mantises are often depicted at the intersection of this transition. UCLA 2021.
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