Expanding time man Im needle whistled breeze at cactus edge And teehee giggle shrieks the greedy beasts but guess why rap is dead Hence this pen is atlas Backing this ball of madness, cracked and dead Set in math and headin fast to crash this antiaccident With heads and monster markers dueling friends and Brutus secrets Sleepless months The hunter seeks the meekest fuel by foolish weakness Lets move to move to the peaks of mars Aint seen the oceans deep yet Sing the pros and cons of congress Were the only beast that regressed With songs about thongs as long as we keep the beats fresh And drool before this crippled pope and its jeweler speech Its greed fest These thugs need to think hard Scarred murderers with weak hearts And stars sellin souls for dough, misleadin folks like we god Theres an ethos Learn to read think seek the release of Enoch Not the fable feebled knee knockin locked label weasels that greed bought With stock options that say so, while netards bob to jlo And playdoh freezing from mock copped rocks that they copped from jayho Cant wait to repay these snake aholes that claim they slang they yayo But ate souls from Harvey section eight to Agatite and Hazel With satan in the waitin room your favorite toon and baby cradles Gotta stay in Scripture pray it hits ya Cause on this rip deaths an angel Sickenin as fake Christian grins and pagans spinnin in bank rolls Makes us grim and stay stone, strays kids from the way home Its simple subtle suckled since infancies slithering fables Whispering winter upon its finger tips just to skin this maple I sing of that harvest I sing of that breeze And stingin footprints and fingernails And deep inhale this sleep I must admit though When it flips snow Rain or hail I tweek Its the bad knees in the jealous rebel in you telling you that its me I sing of that harvest I sing of that breeze And stinging footprints and fingernails And deep inhale this sleep I must admit though When it flips snow Rain or hail I tweek Its the bad knees in the jealous rebel in me telling me that its me I seen it all, the saw sings, the carpenters not real I led my teeth along your long desert But measured what I can steal And saw nothing of worth Some furniture along the way I guess I shaped Stainless orphan, he said Im the dust this table must be my name With stained glass hand grooves in the handle And man I seen it all I mean it Ask any handsaw thats a handsaw Naw I leave paintbrushes bleedin Busy describing what Im a paint, when Im a paint, why am I painting... Im table oasis with no places left set to eat at Ego clinks his teeth on his shovel Hand me to me to reap the feedback Right as rusty nails slightly tapped rings peels of lightning see thats The problem... Hes a plumber and of no use to the screwy nails Pretending hes pretending hes pretending Jesus coming gunnin demons runnin ummin to see the Son at summit Feedin this greedy media beast sleepin with these youngins in its stomach Turns mine signed turn mime now its gimmicks in his mic check Ripping nothing on purpose To purpose this image in our likeness Like like I guess these little rich bitches must think we like stress Right right From Fond du Lac to Iraq and back its lifes test And lifes ledge of red lights and dead mice and what nike says And trife heads and meth pipes, white dreads and at lifes ledge We read it right they wrote it wrong And left all of these mics dead Couldnt see the writing on the wall Through all the ballers at the hype fest Spittin eat drink be merry dog cause tomorrow your life ends And its as real as that solo serpent Rollin dolo for his nice benz
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