Its like I hardly dodged a stray, I wobble thru the fog and haze Caught in jaws of waves like Im locked in Jolly Roger Bay Stage dive in a crowd of demons, dap and pounds abound Between us, listeners leaning seeing visions of Giza See ya...shes used to the root of the suture Whatever suits ya, but shell lose ya like Bermuda A view of the future, and my totem spins Holden kin, alone again Knowin they couldnt hold the Logan in Ima mako with caseloads, make a bankroll No peso, no halos on them brain dead angels at my stage show They cant say no to them escape ropes, so Until it fades slow, do like Nate and lay low Im a stay at home martyr, I pay phone barter To borrow your daughter, slippin but the harbor caught her I told the sky Im dungeon bound, yet my lungs are sound Its just a black canvas hit with a hundred rounds Lost and founded on my sun down surroundings Jackson countin like Id be found in that Queensbridge township Seems shit sounds slick, I leave lit, loungin Seek hits and bounties, thats the Caeser about me Control freak MK ULTRA, endgame culture So if you wanna add salt I wont insult or fault ya Left life cult, cup full of unknown substance The thrones luggage, hold up, I got my tone tucked in
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