[Verse 1 Mind Melter] This is my personal metropolis You sit here contemplating what is right and wrong while I persist The tribal cyst is sonorous, I split the colored hands And claptrapped the pollard branch, imagine palls on slaughtercaps... Shit... Now every collar pops my own illicit Strand of thought I caught inside your empty vessels, sink or swim Pink or grim, it cuts the aqueous so save the sun You snaked the light to slave those sunny waves to tainted scalar shrugs Fuck... Is it your underlying ruddy bone Or bantam batched with banter back to home, in gritty anthem nodes My home scripted in the monolithapocalypse Your constant cocktobliss has smeared Iridium on extraclips Bitch... The most, mesozoeclectic cold Kicks around the globe, the crackled flow indents the grounds I toll... This is the worlds old metropolis, the sky will fold Your eyes and you will fly into the hive...Socalled the civil glitz [Verse 2 Agility] I dont flow that abstract, I follow the trap tracks Railroads and bank rolls, Sace clothes and fast flows, Gilly not Flacko Trife Life, not Daylight, Fight Night not Birthright Fly off like 2 Wrights, while making no wrongs Excite with 1 mic, while making 2 songs Fly out to Tucson, Im facing cruel dons Get my whole crew on, prosper with true cons Step up to my face, get hit with that bass Uh huh paint a picture of a mixture of pretty fixtures and wealthy hat tippers Show a world of poverty sobbery or the lottery that got to me Music is expression of depression, lessons, and ho messin Yall fussin bout cussin and not always hearin the meaning to life I trust you sayin trap suckin when I crash your party with mics Wind back and relax fun does not mean trash Packed MACs in black bags trap back in that pad Discovery of the new is no race just let the words create a trace
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