| As I reflect on this life i do pity it, ponder psyche restoration cancel light
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| with his wittiness. |
| omniscient being. |
| verbage vector spirals no ending it,
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| psychic violence, rule as tyrant see no light in the mistiness
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| Wooord
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| Dude mic checkin the melody. |
| crazy how we do it with psychedelic fidelity.
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| high prevailin', he losing his mind, no fighting telepathy
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| Never cared for the consequences ready for death and he
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| Residin' on the edge of society, hermit likening. |
| desolate vessels furnish the
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| mind, these vermin inside of me. |
| are better off alive, never dying reckon it’s
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| irony. |
| lesson learned feather deprived, wrecked da vile and we
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| The casanova type
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| Mad bold, so cold in the heart, no soul and he smart
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| Damn, nigga
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| That’s a bad combination, casanegra en la playanegra, pablo danksmith.
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| father of the matrix
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| .he knows too much
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| Throw stones at the waves, get stoned make space rips. |
| rip beats,
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| all on death row flow quit the day shift, here late, way sorry for the wait
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| Imma keep it blunt i be on the hunt every time i’m in in this shit
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| They was in the woods till they saw the pope with his broke English fixed
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| Trynna get a glimpse near those things
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| Put the hearing in your lips till your hips freeze and you couldn’t free those
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| wings
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| Like a seat locked peacock with his Reeboks
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| On the beat i’m elite imma speak me when the thieves eavesdrop
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| Creep in the night
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| Sweet with the bite
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| When he speak on the mic
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| Hold weight like a beacon of light
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| Telekinetic energy telling me hell’ll never be the less of two
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| Evils in the one thing as the knees pull to the Sun King
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| Oh you wanna rap, tell me where you at i don’t think you at where you think
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| You wanna be a star whipping in the car spitting at the broads with your drinks
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| Cards in the case ace in the hole fall into place
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| He could make you crawl to own fate leave you in the zone drawn to the Snake
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| Fakes tap out
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| All over the net track routes
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| I was gonna get my act up
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| But I blacked out in the traphouse
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| Cleverly making the dome piece split
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| Never be talking to policemen
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| I ain’t into drama unless you wearing your armour you shouldn’t approach me
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| friend
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| Millennium F alcon cruise through the pendulums altitude
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| None of you niggas is fucking with me lyrically i’m the illest around you dudes
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| And you know this roaches, seen 'em groping vultures
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| Who would try to snatch what they couldn’t catch atop of the black fortress
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| Score what you eat
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| Floor to the feet
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| Landed on the earth planet planted as the candidate who savagely handle it
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| Me and the rhythm as sacred is marriage is
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| Shackled in patterns of sacrilege packaged in
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| Chasing the rabbit in patches of cabbages
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| Fact of the matter is mind is the master and
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| I am the student of movement pacifist
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| Active as lanterns in blackness how could this
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| Be as it is and it shall for infinity
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| I am epitome fuck if you feelin me
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| Sorcerer rap ready when we
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| Traveling the map with the backpacked strapped immaculate semi MC
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| From the belly of the beast to the television set separate the rest
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| Elevated with renovated levers to sacredly dedicated taker of breath |