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Is a love such as that which |
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I exhibit for my practice |
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The factor which then amalgamates debates with straight-jackets and |
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ROBES Huddled in brackets that blacken the average globe |
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Xenophobe, loathe to modify the fly, feel this... |
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I carve a notch in my wall for every stall every fifth mark slants diagonal to symbolize your downfall |
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Drunky peasants, honor the shifty megatron presence |
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Slug a bolt once ceremonies of merit turn blood sport (Uh) |
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Fought in hella high seas, |
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I freeze your mega dumb company |
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Pumpin' out wise beads like, fly sneak-attacks on dry leaves |
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DUNCE Crooked rumors turn zoomers when rookies talkin' |
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Bad seeds blossom the wookie walk, hawkin' |
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Let a sucker drift, |
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I lift up every stone prone to find the point at which repellent signals ultimately bind |
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When a pack of style mimics deem my rants target to cluster |
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I advance clutchin' the mic like bully to knuckle duster |
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Innocent, your riddles yield a little plastic blend |
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Fuck a badge, light 'em on fire dance a jig around the pig |
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Figurin' yeah, |
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I'll land a plan on bleached fame trackers using only the finest in post-modern terrain mappers |
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Once my breath is dispersed... |
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My God, you think the heaven's touched the earth then |
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Thirstin' a perch on a bursted curse |
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But I don't confide wine and water chose me |
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Bored, lasso down polaris, let the glow amuse me |
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OK I lay me down to sleep, creepin' a slumber under red skies |
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Heads splittin', straight sippin' a drip of dead vibes |
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It's red tides from here, stop and smell analog hell |
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Clenchin' a stench of burnin' logics and a child with yearning optics... |
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Now someone's approached the rope, shaking like snow-globes |
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Others sought safety in numbers, other's flows got towed under (yeah) |
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Still another took a turn and crashed and burned while others flee |
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But there will never be another starvin' marvel like me |
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See, there's a time when... rhyme and... |
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Paint combined can't even manage to tell what the swell is, like |
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Picture your imagery embelished with the hellish aspects of the swarms forlorn facets |
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Soul crafted fat cats, burrowin', left perrenial tenants discouraged and |
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Discussin' my four season flourishing, |
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Uh! Searching, purging poetic lead poison |
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Poised, imploised to leak a little bit of moisture on your pride |
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I'm a, animated style machine |
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Intervening faulty production fueled by nicotine suction |
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From tux in my carnivore to vipers in my garden |
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You flash identify by the genus, species and class |
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Start to chuckle |
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Buckle the architecture til it fell through |
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Kill the survivors then raise the dead for shock value |
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By the time the pending settlements fully negotiated (yeah I'll...) |
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I'll have put aside you to get myself situated |
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It's like sadly, my style spooks juveniles like |
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Boo Radley |
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Radically weak assume the |
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Colonel Kurt's in our platoon soon enough |
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That's one bluff called, toughens the searcher |
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Stuttering, emerging, gutter urchin, bursting |
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I live for the moment of truth when |
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Big Willy rapper ackgnowledges failure and states "Goddamn my shit is trash" "It's time to let go", the tin man bangin' upon his chest to hear the echo |
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Heartless kid, hollow compartments |
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See we the people of the united, starving artistic |
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Militia keep movin' in order to form a more perfect union |
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I'm clued in to the poison panoramics brewed in panic situations |
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It fucks a little with my brittle gift |
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I tell myself "Stay" (Stay)... up high make a mockery of |
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Sun and moon and star til they hand over the sky |
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My deluxe is, fluxes, pivots to where the crux is |
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Invade the town while village elders holler "Who the fuck's this?" |
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See hipper cats, aggravated trudge through the muds |
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Quickin' ones, plots thicken like, coagulated blood |
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Rugged serpentines climb, pebble to rock |
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Let your pretty pink cloud nine expectations please you not |
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I'm, Ae-fuckin'-sop |
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Rock, mic bizarro |
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Proper application of the soul by my standard |
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Candid once position from which instigations spawn |
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And man, I plan to die with a mic in my hand, it's like... |
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Abandon all hope yo, abandon all hope, it's like |
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Abandon all hope yo, abandon all hope... |
