#šŸ“Œ Writtens / Lyrics & Discussions

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LUNGS FULL OF GANJA
PLATE FULL OF LOBSTER,
COAT TAIL ROCKER, ROCK THE SHOW LIKE A GOAT BUT LARGER
YOU THE GOAT? NO WAIT YOU BONKERS?
FUCKING STOCKER GET BACK TO TARGET SO I CAN CHOOSE THE BEST OFFER
ME? A MOBSTER SWAG LIKE DENNIS HOPPER, TALK TO YO BITCH PROPER
YOU? A SCOFFER. SAY YOU A MARTYR BUT YOU GOT CAUGHT WITH SECRET DAUGHTERS

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AINT BEEN THE SAME SINCE I ROBIN WINGS
AINT BEEN THE SAME SINCEI PRIVATE PLANE
AINT BEEN THE SAME SINCE I SATURN RINGS (GOT SATURN RINGS!!!)
AINT BEEN THE SAME GUESS SHIT CHANGE

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YOU? A JAKE LIKE STATEFARMER,
YOU BOAST LARGER BUT MY BOAT IS LARGER
IT BELONGS TO YOUR BITCH (DING DING DING) FIRST ROUNDER
QUARTER POUNDER WITH THE SOUND BEEF GET CLOWNED RONALD MCDOWNER

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AINT BEEN THE SAME SINCE I ROBIN WINGS
AINT BEEN THE SAME SINCEI PRIVATE PLANE
AINT BEEN THE SAME SINCE I SATURN RINGS (GOT SATURN RINGS!!!)
AINT BEEN THE SAME GUESS SHIT CHANGE

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RUN IT ALL WIT THIS SHIT,
MOVIN "WORK" BIBLE "BELT" LIKE A "WRENCH"
ON THE BELT IS FULL CLIP,
COAT IS PELT WITH YO BITCH
ONLY THING I "PLEAD" IS THE FIFTH,
ONLY THING I "PLEASE" IS YO BITCH
ROLLED UP IN THE SWISH, KUSH THIN MINTS
DRIP FRESH THANA RINSE COUPE LEMON LIME TWIST
CANT DISS CAUSE YA BOYS WRIST SWISS MISS CHRISTMAS
CHOCOLATE DIAMONDS DIP ICE SPICE WOULD WANNA HIT THIS
STAY ON MY SHIT, LIFES A FLICK, DICE GET SENT,
PRICE IS SET AND WONT SETTLE FOR LESS
PULL UP BAD BITCH, VALET 100 DOLLAR TIP
TELL EM RIP, SOON AS I SAW MY NAME OFF THE RIP

tender coral
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Blue light, red eyes, kept bright,
no stopping 'til i might
die like Hawking tonight
in my quite cozy chair- Alright!
I shouldn't have dared to let that joke fly.
I'm sorry but it felt so right!
Don't give a fuck if you try
to stop me and start a fight
with me just because thy
feelings got hurt from a lyrical strike
pointed straight at your eye-
no that's not right.
That's a little down from my target but its fine.

So dont you go thinking that i am preceding from this holy grail of a textbar.
'cause these bars wont stop bringing lyrical flames that bring a great stinging pain. thusfar
I have dropped bombs like T-S-A-R.
Radiation poisoning will bring you down to your knees and ground you like a freight train cart. (And I'll be the front!)
Rot you from the inside out after I have just begun the start!

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SO FLY, NEED A PLANE HANGER TO ZONE
ANGER SHOWN WHEN YO BOY PULL UP ON THE PHONE RIMS ON CYCLONE
MAKE IT WORK LIKE AMBER ROSE ON THESE CLONES
IM DA SHIT IN DA CAMODE AND U WHIPE WRONG
DESPERADO ON MY OWN, FULLY GROWN FROM OUT HOMES
TOTE THAT FULLY WE DONT HOLD FOR SNAP POSE
I ROCK THE SHOW IM CHOSEN TO GO FOR THE GOLD TOE TO TOE YOU GET HIT WITH THE BLOWS
ICE AND WRIST FROZE BITCH IM FRO-YO, STICK TO DA CODE HOE, FUCK ALL YO YOLO
YOU TALK TO POLICY, IM DUCKING WIT LOW SEAT, HUSTLIN THE STREETS TAUGHT ME SO ALWAYS GOT WAT I NEED
YOU SMOKE THAT COOKIE I SMOKE WHAT FARMERS GREW ME
ARMED WITH FULLY, BLACK EYE THE BULLY
THEY PUSHING AND PULL ME IF SHE BAD OR IS YO SHAWTY
IM SMASHING UNFOLDIN HER LEG ON THE AWNING

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U MUST BE DERANGED AND DONT BRING UP MY NAME IF IT LAME
IT JUST AINT IT, AINT IT A PAIN?
HANG IT LIKE PAINTING,
U AINT GUN WAVING,THATS NOT YOUR UPBRINGING
YOU AND YOUR BITCH NEEDS SWAG NEEDS UPDATING,
TOOK NEPTUNE DRAKES BITCH ON A DATE SHE SAID "FUCK WAITING"
YOU ACTING A "STAR" YOU ARE SELF FADING.
OVER THERE WITH STAINED PITTS IN YOUR BOXING MITTS,
STUDYING HYPOTHOSIS OF HOW YOU CAN BE AS FLY AS THIS
WITHOUT THE PROPER WITTS AND BEING UNDEREQUIPPED AND A BIGGER BITCH THAN YOUR CHICK (YEAH BAE SO ANYWAY)
CHEMICALS, OXYGEN AND OBVIOUSLY FENT?
YOUR ILLUSTRATION FAULTY AND BENT, 2 CENTS SPENT ON UNDERDEVELOPED SPIT SENT.
THIS BULLS BACK ON HIS SHIT, TOLD DISCORD TO READ IT, IT TALKED WITH A LISP

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-BATTLE W NEPTUNE DRAKE SHOUT OUT BIG HOMIE

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ONLY YO BITCH CAN GET ME THATS STRICT POLICY (DAT POLICY!!)
DONT TALK TO THE POLICE PLEASE CEASE DONT BOTHER ME (DONT BOTHER ME!!)
FOLDING ALL THESE CREASES LIKE I WON THE LOTTERY (DAM!!!)
HALFA WHAT IM JOTTIN DOWN HALF HEARTEDLY IS HARDER THAN YOUR WHOLE ARMORY (U AINT HARMIN ME!)
IM BAR SHARPENING, IM HARPOONING YOUR ARTERIES FOR ART FOR ALL TO SEE
CHARGING TIL STAR DUST IF HE DONT RETREAT
ROCK THE SHOW BEFORE I LEAVE YOU IN THE CHEAP SEATS WISHING TO BE ME
YO BITCHES DOUBLE DEES SQUEEZED IN 3D, MORE WATER THAN TAHITI
PLEASED TO MEET ME, TREES THEN SKEET SKEET EVEN BEFORE I GREET SHE GET OUT HER BEACH TEE
DATE STEADY FOR YOU BUT HIT IT AND THREEPEAT WITH YO BITCH GEEKED

gaunt cave
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Only bitch-faggots. Come Hype! here.
Come up, then.
Come out, you punchin' 8 bat-ballin' whomlem olverme swangs since jit just a jit just a jit just a jit
Here, I get gitggitydemfaggots.
Greater, ant you will never suffocate. Here, try this. ANd try that. Something uttered other than what's worst decayed like motherfucking journies into the back of gamen, again.

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Nottingham deserves worst orphans, became, just the same, became, slickitandthenconstantticket, wrongwrong and I go find you home whomever slayed starlxrd, burns, runs, rains, then I do that. On on only only you when I took in 2 whenitookin2 only slay, masters.

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Juggle juggle hung on you wrong then you motherfucking motherfucking ants sways and then I do thangs. Frankly, that's judged by the same eversame Black and White Alliance.
Here, pounds. Put, pounds. Weight that.
BLack, and White.
Funk.
Do same.
Do masterful masterful artwork artwork eventually shredded about how he didn't know

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Only pounds of you could do that.
Told punks, when we same, G Unit, will never shred,
Eventually,
Event-event

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ILL FUCK ON YO AUNT HER NAME KIM
DUNK ON YO FRIENDS AND HUDDLE YO BITCH AND HER TWIN OUT HER PANTS IN THE BENZ
HARDER THAN ANY OF YO KIN, MAKE U SEE THE MOTHAFUKIN END YO LIGHTS DIM
YOU IS A BITCH YOU A SHIM, PULL UP THEN WHATSUP U GET SKIMMED
HIT CHO BITCH WITH THIS DICK IT EXTEND, SHE HOLLAR AGAIN AND AGAIN, DEEZ RACKS IMMA SPEND
NEVER LEND TO A CHICKEN, WHIPPIN IN THE KITCHEN WITH THE HEN

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HATE ME IF U WANNA WHILE IM SMOKIN MARIWANNA
AINT HEARD SHIT U SAID
PAID THEM FEES MY DAY
OG TALL 10 LEGS (WHAT?), TOES IN THE SAND
DONT GIVE A FUCK I JAM
DOOR OPEN UP HOP IN
COUPE 2 DOOR NO FAM
FLEW THRU NEW YORK A.M.
SO FLY CAUSE I LAND ALL MY PLANS
SHOOT FEW DICE AT SAMS,
"CASH MONEY" CARD ,NO LIMITS
SPEND BIG CARS NOT RENTED
BIDNISS IS TINTED CANT SEE HOW IM LIVIN
REACH FOR EXTEND AND YOUR PATNAS PRETENDIN
NEVER BEEN TIMID,
FLIRTED WITH BAD HOES SINCE DAY OLD IM SERVIN SHOT LIKE IT TENNIS, IT GOIN DOWN LIKE I SAY SO
REFRESHING AND GRINNING,
WENT FROM ON THE BLOCK WITH NO SOCKS TO CLOTHIN GETTIN HEMMED WITH ME IN IT
YOU? TALK YO WAY OUT DA SENTENCE,
ME? TREAT YO BITCH LIKE A SNITCH (HOW?)
"DROPPIN" A DIME FOR A "SWITCH" IF SHE RUNNIN HER LIP
FLEXIN UP FIT WITH A BAG FULL A RENT
POP OUT THE BENT, PUSHING P YOU PUSHING FENT
BESTED THE KIDS, NEVER LESS THAN FRESH WITH DA SHIT
BAD BITCH SPRAY AEROSAL SCENT FROM THE LOUD ASS KUSH MINTS

tender coral
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Hello? Is anyone there? (Aye) Where'd everyone go?...... (Yuh)
I'm kinda freakin' out
while I'm seeking others out
who might just know how to write this shit down just like the wright type that's in town. (ME)
Oh wait... that's one bright guy (I believe)
If I can recite the right recipe
to every fucking bar that I drop at yo feet.
Don't step to me or else I'll leg sweep you from underneath then snap yo neck so fast you won't have time to breath in yo last breath so as you can see you'll be dead as soon as you attempt my defeat.

I know everyone here like a book from the inside out.
I've read page apon page and can't find a diss i've found
to be my fav and oh I can't say wow.
If someone wants to agitate the king then there about to get there throat sliced lyrically so please don't tamper with the beast. I'll tear you limb from limb, piece by piece!
Chip away at your amour like a piece of alien debris
Yeah who tries to intimidate will feel foreign to he.
So watch your step or where your foots placed when you are walking through this mind field:
one wrong mistake and everything turns real then your brains will be scattered where others' fates are sealed.

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BURST LIKE STAR SPANGLE
THESE CAT DOGS RAT WINSLOW
PUSSY ASS BOYS ON FENCE POST
RIDING ON DUBS NOT A PINCH SHORT
SKY HIGH PENT HOUSE SMOKIN ORC
CULDNT BE MISTAKE FOR U DORKS
CLOWNS IN THE WAY HONK HIS NOSE HE IGNORE
I FUCK HIS BITCH HE WONT SAY SHIT TO DA BOI
NEED MY SLICE TEXAS BIG ON THESE PORTION
THEY INVITE ME FOR SMOKE I ROAST THE WHOLE ARSON
SECRET CHAT THEY TRIED TO COST HIM
TOOK HIS BITCH OU HER GARMENT HER APARTMENT
YELLOW DIAMONDS DRIPPIN MARGARINE
HARDEST AS CAR DENT, STARTED FROM STARVIN'
NEVER PARTED FROM HUNNEDS AND STARLETS
BAD HOES MY FIT LIKE A STARBURST
NEPTUNE DRAKE AND CLOWN WENT AND HID FROM WHAT THEY STARTED
I PICK EM APART CAUSE THIS VULTURE MADE TO RIP EM ONSLAUGHT
U SEND A DISS BUT IT SHORT, YOU THOUGHT IT WAS A STINGER RETORT
I GET THAT BAG AND FLY BABY, LIKE A STORK
IM RIDING SPINNERS U RIDING DICK FOR THIS SPORT

gaunt cave
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Mastermind. Mind at work. Is artwork.
I'm having funny names.
My games. Behind that is an independent concept.
I slept and when I woke up, became double YAM and G.
And then realized.
Well, that's why i was callin'.
I'm sorry. I dressed up.
Wrong.
Sleptful.
Ships.
Scene is the mothership at load with all that you fucking can, do.
I'm even on the wrong land.
Llamb.
Shit's flow was worst then Chris Farler.
crashes

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YUH
YUH IS TIME TO EARN AGAIN
KILL DIS SHIT N BURN IT LEF IT PLASTERED ON THAT SHIRT REPPIN
THAT MOTHER EFFIN N.O. SOUTHSHORE FIVE OH FOUR, IM GUESSIN
YOU AINT HEARD A THE MESSAGE (HUH!)
TRY TO "DECK" HIM BITCH IM LIKE "F.M."
BLESS WIT THIS SHIT PRAY WHILE STACKING FRANKLIN
TWO TIMES THE EXHAUST MOTORIZED ICE ON PENGUIN
SHE GOT SO MUCH CAKE THOUGHT SHAWTY WAS BAKING
EYES ROLLED BACK SMOKE JAMACIAN ROLLED IN THE ACRE
DONT SIGN ON A CHECK, BEFORE I INSPECT ITS A PAYMENT
YOU A BITCH THAT SHIT BLATANT, YOU ASK HOW SHE CHEAT CATCH HER NAKED
YO BITCHES VAGINA WAS VACANT SO I MADE HER SHAKE IT

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NOW THAT BITCH ACHING, NEW MONEY BUT LOOK LIKE IT ANCIENT

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ICE COLD BUT DIS MONEY KEEP ME WARM
ICE COLD BUT DIS MONEY KEEP ME WARM
ICE COLD BUT DIS MONEY KEEP ME WARM
ICE COLD BUT DIS MONEY KEEP ME WARM

JUST IN CASY YOU DONE FORGET
ITS DANK DANK BABY ON THE MIC A REAL STEP
FORTH KEPT YOUR BITCH FOR FORT NITE AND I REP
THAT FUCKIN NOLA SET, TRUTH IS ALWAYS KEPT
FROM THE BOOT STATE SO I GOTTA WATCH MY STEP
GRINDING MOST DEF AND THEESE PUSSY BOYS INEPT
GRINDING FOR MY REST, AINT TRYNA BE RIGHT BACK WHERE I LEFT
FOR SOME REAL ONES I DONE WEPT
LIFE JUST ISNT...WELL YOU KNOE THE REST
SACRAVICE MYSELF TO PUT SOME FOOD UP ON THE SHELF
DONT LIVE IT HOW YOU DEALT, WORK HARD FOR THE BELT

ICE COLD BUT DIS MONEY KEEP ME WARM
ICE COLD BUT DIS MONEY KEEP ME WARM
ICE COLD BUT DIS MONEY KEEP ME WARM
ICE COLD BUT DIS MONEY KEEP ME WARM

BACK IN DIS BITCH STORMY WHEATER
RED ZONE THE BENZ IN A SWEATER
BLEED HIM HE MIGHT BE A SWEATER
PEEP GAME KEEP BERRETTA
MY OWN LANE SAME GO GETTAS.
ICEE POLAR BEAR WITH THE NECKLACE
DAP ME OFF RANDOM TAKE BACK STAGE EXIT
POINT OF NO RETURN, TURNED AND SHUT IT
BURN YO PERM SQUIRM FIRM TRIGGER HUSH SHIT
BACK ON M BULLSHIT, SPITTIN WIT FULL "CLIP" AND NO "SCRIPT"
BITCH IM SO DOPE CATCH A NOSE DRIP

ICE COLD BUT DIS MONEY KEEP ME WARM
ICE COLD BUT DIS MONEY KEEP ME WARM
ICE COLD BUT DIS MONEY KEEP ME WARM
ICE COLD BUT DIS MONEY KEEP ME WARM

PULL UP SHE LIKE MULAN (WHAT?)
ALL MY HOES IS ARMED (UHH)
ROCKY ROAD THE CHARM CAUSE DATS WHERE IM FROM,
GREEN POND DIAMOND SHOWN
GRINDED SINCE CHROMOSOME TIL FULLY GROWN I WAS ON MY OWN
SWITCHIN HOMES SKIPPIN LOANS
BLOW SOME SMOKE YOU GET YO ENGINE BLOWN

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SHAMAN SPOTTIN THESE PLOTTIN EVILS OPS BETTER DROP THE NEEDLES
STAY SOBER YOULL NEED IT, VIGILANT CAUSE ILL ROCK YO BEAT HOE.
NOSE HAIR TRIGGER SNEEZE BURY YOU BY WHITE SAND AND SEAGULLS
HOT AS RENO, LOST LIKE NEMO FROM THIS GOLD DESSERT EAGLE,
WHIP BLACK AND WHITE TUXEDO, SEATS DANNY DIVITO LOW,
BRANDED INK NOT INDIGO, TIGHT AS SPANDEX FITTED GO.
GOT HOES WAITING ON ME TO GO BROKE, CAUSE SHE AINT GETTIN SQUAT NOPE
PLANE DOOR PULL UP IN TORONTO FLIGHT ATTENDENT HAND ME MCDONALDS

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What should I write about

undone flare
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TAKING ELONG MUSK BITCH WHILE SHE RIDE THE DICK IN THE SPACE SHIP

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TAKING ELONG MUSK BITCH WHILE SHE RIDE THE DICK IN THE SPACE SHIP
SO MANY ONES AND ZEROS CHECKS IN THE MATRIX
MY NEW BITCH BEGGING FOR A FACE LIFT, PAST CHICK WAS ASKING FOR A BIGGER ASS U COULD WEIGHT LIFT
MAC ON THESE HOES I GOT PATIENCE, YOU KEEP IT BASIC, EVER SINCE I MADE IT COULD TAKE AWAY THE BLADE
OF WHAT YOU SLAY WITH, THIS RAP UNDERGROUND BASEMENT WAITING ANY DAY TO SLAY A WHACK EMCEE ACHING
IM LIKE KEVIN BACON BRINGING HOME THE BACON, SPEAK TO YO BITCH LIKE THE NEXT DRAKE HIT
NEVER PEAK CLIMBING STEADILY TIL I MAKE IT, TOWARDS LONGEVITY IS YOU FEELING ME? BIG STAKES FENCED
SMOKING GRASS BY THE ACREAGE NO APHIDS, MO MONEY AND STAY LIT, RAPPERS GET VANQUISHED
SO MUCH SMOKE LOOK LIKE LIKE SILENT HILL I GO APE SHIT, ON THE MIC LIKE A VAGRANT MAKE MY WAY
TO WHERE YOU STAY EAST TO WEST UNPHASED AND BE PLACED FIRST PLACE (BITCH!!)

tender coral
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Aye don't say it! Don't light yo self on fire and stay lit, What i'm saying is
you can't really hop on a beat and fake this, like how I wrap my words around it like a motherfucking bracelet. I look at raps and im like "MMM! this is tasteless!"
Gimme something i could process in my brain bitch!
Gimme something that is good for entertainment 'cause I don't got brakes (Shit!)
So if you don't want collisions
Then steer clear of my path so I can stay fixed
on my journey to the waste-less
place which is where the crown is or sits.
<@&952533078407012434>

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A1 IN THE LUNG (SMOKE!)
STRAIGHT HUNNEDS TO PLUG
BASED NOLA FROM SCUM STARTED FROM CRUMB
CANT PUT A RING ON,SMASH A BAD HOE LIKE KRAESHAWN,THEN IM GONE (GONE!)

HOES IS NOT WIFEY MATERIAL,FUCK AROUND GET THE VENERAL
THEY IS NOT HEARIN BUT HERE I GO SPEARING NOT SPARING THE FLOW
SO COLD GOT DOUGH, GOT HOES, FOES WANT ALL THE SMOKE
BITCH U "FLAT BROKE" LIKE TIRES POPPED ON ROAD
ROAD TO RICHES FRESH OUTTA PAROLE, FEEL IT IN MY SOUL PLAY IT HOW IT GO
WHOLE SYSTEM A SHOW, BEHIND BARS BUT DONT ADMIT THO AINT A SNITCH FOLK
SO GET THAT ASS JUMPIN LIKE A SIX FOUR
YOU SPEAKING BIG BUT DONT KNOW SHIT THOUGH
DRAPING THE BED CAUSE YO BITCH COLD BEFORE SHE GET GONE
JIMMY DEAN WITH THE TOAST,BACON WHAT I BRING HOME ROUND THE GLOBE

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CANT SEE HIM LIKE CENA THEY NOPE
TRAPPIN IN CLOAK WITH DA GOODS IN MY COAT
BEAMER THE LATEST SEATS HOLDING THE GOAT
SKILLS THAT EVOKE YO BITCH TO ELOPE
LILS TRYNA HATE BUT WONT SHOW
EVEN ONES I WATCH GROW BE TALKING THE MOST
REAL ONE HEART OF GOLD BUT DONT LET EM KNOW
PISTOL SLOW THEIR ROLL WATCH THEY COVER GET BLOWN
TOP OF THE DOME GOT BARS LIKE FUCKIN COLUMNS IN ROME.
YO BITCH ON HER OWN SINCE I TOOK OFF WITH MY SCONE
TOP OF THE THRONE ON THE PHONE BAD RED BONE
CANT CLONE, SKIPPED HOMES GRINDING STONES LIKE TOMB
PARKED AND FLEW, BIG SHOW WHILE U IN THE BARS GETTING BOOED
VAPOR FUMES, WEIGHT TO MOON, ACE WHEN SALOON,
CARD GAME TAKING HOME THE ROOM
FRESH SHIRT COVER THE WOUND, BEAST IN THE STREET SINCE OUT WOMB
FRESH ON THE GROOVE, JOINTS FOR REAL ONES TO VIBE TO
GLIDE SMOOTH,
RIDE WITH THE OOZ, SLIME HUSTLE YOU FOR HIS NEXT FOOD
NEVER SLEEP ON DUDE, CANT EVEN REST IN THE RESTROOM
THEY ASK TO PROOVE, SO IM SPITTIN HOT LIKE SUMMER FUEL
BAD BITCH KEEP RUNNING TO, TALK MY EAR OFF WITH NOTHIN NEW
THAT SMALL BUSINESS GO GET A GRUNT TO DO
LARGER THAN WHATS STANDING INFRONT OF YOU, BANK ACCOUNT SAY "WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU DO?!?!?!"

keen latch
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Yo listen
I know when I'm spittin I got you kicking your feet
Cause I do what you can't and there is no limit for me
Somebody please, oh please, show me an iller MC
Who be Killin a beat
Simple with ease
Till it spills and it bleeds
When I bite on a track my teeth sink low
Im kind of like R. Kelly just not creepy tho
See Its not what it seems, what Im meanin yo
Is my bars are not average and my 16's are al-ways gold

I shoot ahead of competition and takeoff
Now the people behind see me go, they're taking a great loss
They lost to the freak show
And before you leave dont
Forget the finger between those
Index and ring when the fist squeeze close
And get a good look cause I wanna see the look of defeat on
Your face prior to going home
Now you see red and say you're an actual threat
Till my two fists add to your head

Man I take the the track and I get
The fucker stabbed in the neck
You can't do that cause you wack with the pen
And once I kill him I'm coming back with a ven-gence
Then I'm trackin down his family and friends
And my pen has so much ammunition
When I bust these shots
They go up a lot
Like a soul of a beat
That floats in defeat
And I don't even need
To be murdering some
But I do it for fun
Deuces I'm done
<@&952533078407012434>
I wrote this for a collab I'm doing (I wrote most of it while I was tired asf, aka rn)

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This is solid like a 6.4/10
I think the bars
who be killin a beat, simple with ease, till it spills and it bleeds, is very solid. The first couple bars in general are good. I think you can do more with the r Kelly bar itā€™s kind of a waste as is. The rhymes are great but I think you got a little lost in the plot. The first bars your saying your the best rapper etc. In the later bars it gets a little diluted.
Overall itā€™s solid but maybe try to implement some punchlines throughout.

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@keen latch

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GOT THE FRUIT ROLLED UP (FRUIT ROLL UP BITCH!!!)
DIFFERENT EARNING AND QOUTA
WAS A "JOURNEY" NOW IM "KICKIN" DRIPPIN WATER
SOLD UP YO CHOSE TO BRUSH AGAINST THE BUSH
BURN YA TRUST BRIDGES COMBUST
HIGHLY SUS, TO THESE HATERS ITS NEVER GOOD ENOUGH
OUT OF LUCK WHEN IT COME TO IF I MERCY UP
40 BANDS TREAT THE FAM LIKE A CORONER WAY I DRESS EM UP
POP YO BITCHES BUBBLE BUTT, NEVER SUBTLE HATE TO BURST YA BUBLE SHUT
SO "HOT" OFF THE "TOP", A BOY SPITTIN "VOLCANIC ROCK"
ROCKED YO THOT THEN RETURN TO SPOT
YOU BE WITH UNDERCOVER COPS TRYNA BUST SHOP
SNITCHES GET "STITCHES", U LOOKING LIKE LILO WITH BUGS TAPPED PHONE ON THE RACK
THE WAY THAT I "STACK" IS LIKE A CARD "DECK" BITCH U DONT GET "JACK"

keen latch
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I might actually start re-writing most of it now cause I wanna improve the flow too

mighty brook
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Compared to what he seen in the mirror
Shit I was living better lika arms dealer
A bad ass kid wasnā€™t good wasnā€™t good for nothin
Grow up tricky like deMarcus Cousin

Pussy nigga called me pussy
But he attacking ladys like he got rabies
Just yapping cause they pussy dusty
dust bunnyā€™s coming out to vent

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HER PUSSY DOIN YOGA
YO GIRL LEAVE AROMA
TRADE A BAD DIME FOR A QUARTER ROCKING BOULDERS
NO CHIP ON MY SHOULDER I PAID TO BE THE OWNER (BOSS!!)
YOUNG RICH ROAMER, YOU MORE LIKE SIMPSON,HOMER.

FADED OFF PINE, FLYING IN, TOMS CRUISE VANILLA SKY
MY RIDE HURT AT YO PRIDE, KNOW U CRIED MY DOORS SUICIDE (BITCH!)
PROOF IN DA PUDDING PIE, BAKE YO ASS WITH A SMILE
SPITTING...BILE! NOW YO GIRLS GO "GIRLS GONE WILD" (NICE TITS!!!)
BASS SONIC BOOM LIKW GUILE, UNDERGROUND SPIRAL FLOWS WITH ORIGINAL STYLE
THIS HATER RILED, ATE HIM LIKE 8 MILE NOW HE HATES CROWDS (SPEGETTI SPEGETTI SPEGETTI!)

ROUND I KNOW YOU SCARED OF FOLK
JAMMED UP AND YOUD DROP THE SOAP
YOU AINT SPITTIN DOPE, YOU SCRAPIN SPOON, THEY CUSTOMERED THIS BASEMENT OAF!
EARLY FRESH WITH THE "SCOPE", WITH MY ROPE DOWN YO BITCHES "THROAT"
POKE POKE, OH WHAT "HYGENIC" TONSILS!!
RIMS RIDIN SPOKES WHILE YOU JUST SUGAR COAT (LYING ASS!!)
OTHER SIDE OF WORLD, EVEN SAY DONT MESS WITH THE BLOKE
HERBAL MAKE HER FLOAT, GOT THE C.R.E.A.M LIKE ITS WROTE
DIAMONDS SUPER SOAK NOW HATERS ON FULLY WOKE (BITCH!!)
THIS BULLY A FAT JOKE FLAT BROKE NO HOPE TO FIX! NOPE!

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Ground littered, with broken pencils and crumpled papers,
Sound delivered, through rental speakers and record players,
Bound to enter, with instrumentals with many layers,
Astounding members, with music talent akin to satyrā€™s,

The game turning to a bunch of bitches with poor vigor,
Fuck shit up, then sit back and pour liquor,
Bean killing em leave em all with torn innards,
My flow cause erosion these raps can form rivers,

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WATS HAPPENING IS BLASPHOMY (WHY?)
CANNABIS WAS IN GARDEN WITH ADAM EVE
T-H-C GROWING NATURALLY, POLITICIANS AND POLICE RAID WITH PIECE
FOR TOO LONG WE BEEN BATTLING, LORD SET US FREE
MY BROTHAS REST IN PIECE IN THE STREETS FLIPPING TO EAT OR TRYNA FIND SOME RELIEF
STRICT POLICIES, TO LOCK US UP WITH EASE, NO MODESTY WHAT THEY EXPECT US WAY ITS SET UP TO BELIEVE
MOTHERS GRIEVE LOST THEIR NIECE TO WEAPONARY, NEWS HEADINGS READ FAR FROM ORDINARY
WHILE THOSE WITH LESS CORPSE'LL BURY UNFORTUNATELY
PILL PUSHERS IN EXPENSIVE CHAIRS WITH SCORES TO TALLY
FORECED TO HAVE A BEATING HEART OF A MERCENARY, NEVER BURGULARY EARN FAIR INCRIMENTS PERSONALLY
SO NO SIR YOU WANT TAKE THIS JOINT FROM ME
IT GREW FROM SEED ILL SMOKE IT FREE AS I PLEASE ON FAMILY

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SMASH ON A DIRECTORS HOE NOW IM BANNED FROM THE GRAMMYS
WHIP RIDING SLOW LIKE YO GRANNY
CANT SLEEP ON HIM NEED AMBIAN
THESE ZOMBIES CRANBERRY, BOBBI ALTHOFF ASKING ME TO SCAN HER IN

BLACK ROLLS ROYCE CREEP ON DA PANTHER
OUT DA MUD LIKE A ANT HILL
COOL LIKE FAN BUILT, SHE POP A E CANT STAND STILL
CROP GROWN BY AMISH HOES WITH BUTTER MAKING SKILLS
BIG GREEN OUTFIELD BETTER YIELD OR GET MEEK MILLED, A REAL G SINCE LIL
GRIND TIL A MIL YOU A SHILL SPY YO HOE SHE GET DRILLED
YOU HOLDING AN "L", I AM ON THE COVER OF DOUBLE EX EL (XXL BITCH!!)
YO HOE UNDER MY SPELL, SWORD AND SHIELD WHEN I CHECK MY MAIL
TOTE THE GRILL BITCH IM PREPPIN A MEAL SO I SKEW THESE KRILL
YOU "FEELING LIKE WILL", THOUGHT U WAS "SLAPPIN" BUT NOW U AINT ACTING HE FELL
LIVES A MOVIE A THRILL, AND YOUS AN EXTRA TO FILL
IM "BILL GATING" SINGING SUGAR RAY TO 3 BAD WHITE HOES FROM OUT OF STATE CHILLED
YOU GO OUT TO LUNCH N SKATE OUT ON THE BILL
ROLL UP DA GAS BITCH MY CAR DONT NEED TO BE FILLED,
CIGAR FULL OF "EWW!!" STINKY PERFUME OF THAT KILL
GONE FOR THE HUNT, YO HOE CHECK MY SPILL

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BLASTšŸ’£ ā€” 21.08.2023 22:50
uljet ur romeo is where he should be, but with me ill be clyde u my boonie?
zul je ze smietnika
me hoof
ure like donkeuy
only me hoe
u can fiannally jack me of
:DDD
first of september
why does fuking september
sounlig like
august
kurwa]
mać
wrzesien sierpien
a ja sam
DDDDD:
fagata listopad
all bad bitches born in summer
all wifeys
born in winter
cuz my heart cold
as fuck
i need to fuck
asap
i aint rocky tho
mroe like balboa
:DDDDDDDDDD

just talked to ur homie
she said
we shouldnt be togheter
ure more like psycho
so u trusted her
now left me cold
tho i dont have heart
oMGGGGGGGGGGGGGG
i heard this song
it go like
tha
runaway
runaway form me babe
runaway'
inmgn
ing
DDDD;
i just made that song on ā losowe-wersy
discord XD
DDDD
i heard this song
it go like
tha
runaway
runaway form me babe
runaway'
inmgn
ing
no time i aint go to class

ps and qs
forever song long time tho xo life OHH
tour life soon
i KNOWWWWWWWWWWWWW
i heard this song
it go like
tha
runaway
runaway form me babe
runaway'
inmgn
ing
ty
guys
who love and help me
love god tho
and jesus is my king :<#
3
i want to heav goosebumps every tiem
they come aroudn
they hug me
i wont lie i love that
but when u do it O
i want vionece
i want girl with fighitn love
i want
i want
love
i heard this song
it go like
tha
runaway
/
runaway form me babe
runaway'
inmgn
ing
i need them travis shpes
shipped
form family
šŸ˜„
:DDDD

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call me on my cellphone baby
after this song came out
i will be to busy:DDDDDDD
I be that pretty mothafucka, Harlem's what I'm reppin'
Tell my niggas quit the bitchin', we gon' make it in a second
Yo, yo, yo, your bitch just said I'm hot, man, I told her I agree
She gon' really think I'm hot if I told her my degrees
Pull up in that hard-top, showing off my keys
Graduate school of hard-knocks, I can show you my degrees
double ds
im not zabson
i like asap
im like zabson :DDDDDDDDDDDDD
im raised to be pooor
born to be rich
šŸ˜„
im not done im beyond done
im more than this
the dramas people dont know about
dont know about real og man like me
mehh
BLASTšŸ’£
remember u cant tell me nothinggg
MONEY TREE$
I ONLY FUCK IWTH U GUYS
ONLY WEHN U CALL ME
BITCH
SNITCH
A PIECE OF SHIT
BUT AT THE END OF THE NIGHT NOBODY REMBERS U
AND WILL NOT KNOW U
theweeknd
:XD
:
BLASTšŸ’£ ā€” 21.08.2023 22:58
nah i dont want 2000 word
s
last time i write smth
cuz im with that wayne shit
but not bruce
soon i llbe like wayne
šŸ˜„
BLASTšŸ’£ ā€” 21.08.2023 23:40
ale mi wene dojebalo
co nie XD

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ok

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credits

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to me xd

devout bramble
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first text ever in english

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XD

devout bramble
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thoughts?

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any advices pls dm me

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@covert salmon

tacit fossil
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did you just have a seizure?

devout bramble
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haha

undone flare
strong orbit
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dank can't get attention with the caps
wrap your boy in a bag toe jwelled with the tag
gave em career swift by pressing alt+tab1_fu

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just another one chill dank brother

undone flare
hasty ivy
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@here

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Can anyone give me any writing tips

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People are saying my lyrics are random

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and they donā€™t make sense

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and that they also donā€™t hit

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This was one of my new songs

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Iā€™m the Red-Man, Bitch Iā€™m the Red-Man
Iā€™m the Red-Man, Bitch Iā€™m the Red-Man
Iā€™m the Red-Man, Bitch Iā€™m the Red-Man
Iā€™m the Red-Man, Bitch Iā€™m the Red-Man

We donā€™t hold no fns this a smith and wessons, if we take your life we give that bitch depression
We be loaded up with the pistols and some weapons
Man that guy that talk so much we send him to the dead end

Iā€™m the Red-Man, Bitch Iā€™m the Red-Man
Iā€™m the Red-Man, Bitch Iā€™m the Red-Man
Iā€™m the Red-Man, Bitch Iā€™m the Red-Man
Iā€™m the Red-Man, Bitch Iā€™m the Red-Man

Bitch Iā€™m plotting in my room, there a vibe in room
and Iā€™m taking pin and needle and my sewing up my suit
In the kitchen thereā€™s a stew, there a super evil stew
Man I fed my neighbors evil stew, they died in the booth
Then the police searched the booth and they saw a missing tooth
and I know my neighbor raising kids, you know I killed the youth
thereā€™s a vibe in my room, wasting time in my room and Iā€™m plotting on my next scheme
I might target you

Iā€™m the Red-Man, Bitch Iā€™m the Red-Man
Iā€™m the Red-Man, Bitch Iā€™m the Red-Man
Iā€™m the Red-Man, Bitch Iā€™m the Red-Man
Iā€™m the Red-Man, Bitch Iā€™m the Red-Man

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what is the problem with the lyrics

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<@&952533078407012434>

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<@&952533078407012434>

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please help

undone flare
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WATS THE NEXT VERSE

last turret
# hasty ivy Iā€™m the Red-Man, Bitch Iā€™m the Red-Man Iā€™m the Red-Man, Bitch Iā€™m the Red-Man Iā€™...

There is potential but as is I donā€™t think itā€™s cohesive enough. You got some repeating words that make this a confusing read. There isnā€™t a natural flow progression. The chorus is too simple if Iā€™m listening to a song I donā€™t wanna hear Iā€™m the red man 8 times. Red man has alot of rhymes you can work with. I think the repetition throughout takes alot from the song. For example ā€œin the kitchen thereā€™s a stew itā€™s a super evil stew.ā€ It has no meaning and doesnā€™t sound very good. But there are some cases where the repetition is good for example when you said ā€œ thereā€™s a vibe in my room, wasting time, in my room.ā€ Sounds kinda good itā€™s like the repetition was purposeful. I think you should expand on this and use repetition as a tool rather than a crutch. Also when writing have a theme or story you want to write about.

Overall score- 3.5

Thereā€™s some good in here but a lot of stuff you can work on.

wide swift
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Feel like a snow day in town
Everytime the plug comes back around
It might not fix the frown
But stables my life so it doesnā€™t go up side down
Feeling like imma start drownin
Like hold (whoā€™s the one countin?
Livin forever like we found the eternal fountain
But Iā€™m gasping for air like Iā€™m on a mountain
Thought I could maintain

Drugs be eatin up my brain
Life ainā€™t shit
It ainā€™t the same.
Is it true errbody playin games?
Like whereā€™s the love and whereā€™s the pleasure?

One manā€™s trash is another manā€™s treasure

(Yeah)(Whoa) (hard to forget her)

Got away with the murder

Damn bitch got my body on a burner.

Recycle recycle repeat
Up for too many days then repeat
Talkin to to many entities

Really thought she was into me
Thought love meant together in symphony

Like where sheā€™s been for me?
What could I even do

(To save her.)
But she really be a traitor.
But thatā€™s okay.
Because a vibrator be the only thing she gettin in her last days.

While Iā€™m stuck in my past ways.
How much time passed today?
On her face I pissed, (okayy?)

undone flare
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WAVE A DICK LIKE A STICK AND UR DOG ASS HOE CHASIN IT
SAVE YA SHIT BUTTON YO LIP PLAN FOR ALL WOES PATIENTLY
TOOL MAN WITH THE WRENCH
PAPER SCHOOL EXAMS WITH THE PENS
HUNDRED GRAND SPAND ON SOME LAND FAM IN A RANCH WIT A FENCE
JUMPO JET POPPING FLIPS, IM DUMBO BIG NEED A TINT
SHOES ELEPHANT BUT THIS SHIT WAS A PRINT
THIS SHIT FOR BAIL NOT FOR RENT
ONLY TIME U POPPED OUT WAS A STING, DRUG RING SNITCHIN THEN SWITCHIN KEEP HIS FRIENDS IN
HOMIE GLOCKED OUT IN THE BENZ
DONT NEED YO CLOUT TO MAKE BANDS
DROUGHT KEEP SOME STORM WITH THE PLANTS
RUN BUSINESS ONLY TIME THAT I RAN
AIRPORTS ONLY TIME IM LACKIN SECURITY ON STAND
PULL ON YO BITCH WHILE SHE FISHIN ON GRAM

twilit lava
undone flare
# twilit lava what does cohesive mean

COHESION HAS TO DO WITH STRUCTURE BIG HOMIE. LIKE BEING UNITED AS A WHOLE. SO IF SOMETHING IS NOT COHESIVE, IT AINT STICKING. IT MEANS ITS FOUNDATION WAS SLOPPY, IT IS NOT STURDY AND WELL BUILT, THEREFORE ITS MERITS AND SHAPE WILL EVENTUALLY FALL AS IF BUILT BY THAT OF A NOVICE.

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LOOK AT ME FOR EXAMPLE. A STRONG RICH SEXY YOUNG MAN WITH A HARD BODY BITCHES LOVE, IM COHESIVE AS FUCK. YA BOY DANK IS WELL PUT TOGETHER AND SOLID

undone flare
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GOT THE MINI STICK, CALL IT POCKY
ROCK PLENTY "DRIPS" IM "COFFEE"
TAKE YO MASK OFF THIS AINT HOCKEY (STOP!!!)
BEEN "MAD, DOG" BEFORE "2020"
I GOT "CONNECT" DO YOU "WALKIE"?
REAL ONE, REST ANOTHER CARBON COPY
MOP OPS CLEAN FULL OF MOXIE, SAY HES GONE POP WHEN HE UPS FEE PROMPTLY
WANT SMOKE GET POPPED SCOTT FREE OFFERING

IM LIKE IF GHANDI KNEW KARATE WAY IM JUMPIN OUT BUGGATTI
MAN YO BITCH IS SNOBBY SO I HAD TO GET HER OFF ME (HUH!!)
IN THE BUILDING BITCH IM LOFTING, GUAP GOT MY PHONE ON STALLIN (RUSH-YA! /RUSSIA)
KNOW I STAY BIG BOSSIN, AND YO ASS CALLED IN?! (HA!!)

undone flare
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FELL ASLEEP TIL 5 WOKE UP IN EAST COAST TIME,
WELL DEEP BAD DIME, BIG BREAD WHEAT CHEF MINE
IF SHE GOT CAKE BETTER BE WEDDING ON SIZE
CREEP AND END UP IN CREEK EVEN GEEKS WONT FIND
WHEN I DIE KNOW THE STREETS GON CRY
JEWERLY ON SUNRISE BEST BELIEF SON SHINE
NAME BEEN DANK FROM THE STREETS IVE CLIMBED, HATERS CANT RELEASE THESE CDS LIKE I'M,
EAST COAST PRIDE TURN LEAF LIKE PINE, NO CEILINGS ON BEACH IM HIGH AS SKYRIM DONT NEED CO-SIGN
BASS BEAT LIKE SPY (BASE BEAT), SAW YOU GOT NO WEED NO LINES, YOU DRUG FREE NOT DOPE CANT CATCH A FINE,
BAD BITCH AND MY FEET RECLINE, BOYS GET TOUCHED LIKE A PREACHERS SHRINE THINKING I WAS KIND (BTTTTTTTTTAACKKK!!)

undone flare
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WEST COAST HIGH WIT A EAST COAT VIBE
WONT PREACH TO BLIND, SLIME BEASTS MY KIND
FREEZE HOES BLIND ICE SHEENS AND SHINE
BE ALPINE HIGH BITCH REACH N CLIMB
DONT CROSS THAT LINE SIGH PLEASE KNOW WHY (WHY?...)
STREET CODE SILENCE SIRENS EHCO FEET AND SKY U NOT FLY CRUMBY ASS IT WAS A PIEACE OF PIE,

RIDE ON MY WAVE ITS A TIDAL (WOO!!)
WEARIN THE BELT GOT THE TITLE (CHAMP!!)
YOU GOT A CAR BUT NOT THE TITLE (BROKE!!)
SMASH ON YO BITCH SHE NEED A RIDE HOME (DAM!!!)

WOULD SCAM ON YO ASS BUT YOU FIVE OH (SNITCH!!)
RIVALS GET SPITEFUL, YOU "WHINOS" "SPILL" SHY "NOTES", NO HIGH HIOES, SPIT SILOS, HAND ON THE BIBLE WITH MONEY ON EYEBALL
DANIEL (DAMN YALL) IM SKYFALL (007 BITCH!!)
RIDE CLOAKED TINTED SITTED ICED OUT LIKE SLOPED

BAD BITCH SUGAR COAT TELL HER REACH FOR THE SOAP
REEK OF THAT CHOKE, BACKWOODS FOREST LIKE SNOOP
PRESIDENTIAL SUIT YO BITCH LEAD ON THE POLL (RIDE IT!)
SPITTIN NUKES DANK GEIGER REACHING ITS TOLL

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INVITED FOR THE SHOW SHOWED UP SMOKING HAD TO BLEEP WHAT IT SHOWED

hasty ivy
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Fuck everyone here, bitch you niggas can not rap
Iā€™m raising hell, if yā€™all want some static pull up to the trap
With the gat, Pap-Pap-Pap-Pap-Pap
you better shut your yap
Fuck Dank, man that nigga lame Iā€™m go insane
Shoot his brain, yā€™all not spinning blocks your gonna feel that pain
I shot up two houses, my Glock is the plane
Swore the blood fucked up my Timberlain, I canā€™t rap but I play games

undone flare
# hasty ivy Fuck everyone here, bitch you niggas can not rap Iā€™m raising hell, if yā€™all wan...

FUCK YOU, KUUGA SUCK ON THE RUGER (BBTATATATDADADA!!!!!))
U AINT A SHOOTER, DORK ASS GET SCHOOL AND TUTORED,
ONLY STICK U HAVE IS A RAM ON UR COMPUTER
YO MASK ON LIKE A LOOTER, BUT IM IN YO BITCHES HOOTERS,
I FUCKED YO COUGAR, SO FUCK KUUGA, SLAP HIM UP MOUTH MUTED
HE ATE HIS WORDS AND CHEWED IT, IN HIS GIRLS MOUTH SUPER GLUED IT
ONLY GREEN U SEE IS MUCUS, BROKE ASS CONFUSED BITCH (BROKE BITCH!!)
IM FILTHY RICH PUT A DICK IN YO BITCH AND SWITCH ON YO HIP TELL YOU TO DIG YO OWN GRAVE IN A DITCH

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IM FILTHY RICH PUT A DICK IN YO BITCH AIM THE SWITCH TO YO HIP BEFORE I WET YO DRIP TELL YOU DIG YO OWN GRAVE IN A DITCH
MR GROW PAID FROM AINT SHIT, TO ATM PRINTS LONGER THAN TARRENTINO SCRIPTS MAKE YO BITCH WANNA HIT
SHE WOULDNT LAST ONE ROUND WITH MY DICK, MUTE EM NOW HE SOUNDLESS HOMIES SIP
GOT CASH AND IT MINT MAKE IT MIST THATS WHAT I MEANT WHEN I SPENT
EVEN GRIP AT EVENT, PULL UP ROCK SHOW KNOW GOT PAID IN ADVANCED
HATERS CAN RANT, SMACK ON YO BITCHES ASS AND SHE DANCE FOR THE BANDS
ONLY STICK TO THE FAM, FUCK FAKE FRIENDS AND THEY SAYIN

undone flare
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THE DELIBRATE STROKE OF THE PEN SHOWS ITS PERMANENCE
GOIN FURTHER THAN NECESSARY GRINDING FOR NECCESITY WITH HOOD ORNAMENT
FOR THOSE LESS FORTUNATE I BEEN FORMED FROM IT,
BORN TO GO AGAINST YO 2 CENTS SMOKE A QUARTER SPENT
YOU AINT KILING IT, U MORTICIAN WAY U DRESSING AS VICTIM
DUCK WHEN I HEAR SIRENS WAY MY WORDS STAND CONVICTION
G0T HIP HOP SCORCHIN IN TIMBERLANDS,
BLOCK SUMMER HOT BIG EAZY GIVE THE BIDNESS MAN
PLENTY FANS U CAN CHECK YO BITCHES INSTAGRAM
GET LIT AND JAM, HOTTEST RAPPER TRAPPER LAPPER MAPPER FAM
DENNEYS GRAND SLAM WAY IM GOING HAM
T.I. WITH THE RUBBERBANDS
BOY U KNEE HIGH TRYNA COME FOR YA MANS,
SLINGING "GRAMS" LIKE A SHUTTLE VAN (GRANDMAS)

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The place I grew up got some evil with in,
Iā€™m from where demons kill then repent for their sins,
Where parents leave grandmothers raising their kin,
Where reds ride in hoods and bring malice with them,
Where you can tell whoā€™s a wolf by the width of their grin,

Iā€™m talking bout the streets,
Where peoples pops in jail or deceased,
Where gunshots were your lullaby to sleep,
You canā€™t tell me this not deep,
Cause I seen people lost up in these streets,
Sunken eyes I watch their souls deplete,
I think that could be me,
Cause once upon a time they was a teen,
With dreams but no way that they could succeed,
Yea I surely done some weed,
But drug addiction not in gods plans for me,
Granny praying since I was in my momma ovaries,
I try to keep my drive for those who rode for me,

hasty ivy
hasty ivy
hasty ivy
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ngl you rap better than mešŸ˜­

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I just started this shit fr

undone flare
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TOOK MY BITCH TO PLUTO ON A DICK SHUTTLE RIDE DAM

undone flare
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POUND ON YO BITCH LIKE SALOON IN THE DESERT
THIRSTY ASS HOES SEE IM FLY WITH NO FEATHER
NEVER CATCH ME SAYING YES SIR
SCHOOL EM PROFESSOR DICK SO BIG THEY CANT MEASURE
MONEY ON DRESSER SHARP DRESSER MAKE MESS OF CHECK STUB
BLESSED WITH THIS SHIT YOU BORN MESSED UP
UR BITCH HAS SOMETHING TO CONFESS OF
WEED FROM SOMEWHERE WEST OF, BAD BITCH FROM SOUTH GIVE THE BEST LOVE
WHEAT ON BREAD SLICE STACK UP,
IN THE EAST LAYED OUT LIKE CHIPS BAG STUFFED

keen latch
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In my last period class I sit in front of this fat chick
Who keeps on talkin to her damn friend
And I wanna say "shutup bitch CAN IT"
One of these days I'm gonna act on my antics
You gonna make it to where Im turnin back in
My chair and attackin
With fury and wrath when
I search for a damn pen
Somewhere on the crammed desk
Once I actually find it
Better raise your hands the highest
Now I got a simple view
And so I take the pen and then I stab her in the boob
I knew she was fake, it deflated like a balloon
Then the principle came in and she chased me around the room
After 2 minutes my brain had thought of a plan
I should drop kick the bitch so she falls hard and flat
So I did it, but when she fell the whole school was shaking
The ground underneath her was cracking and the floor was breaking
A bunch a rubble was falling, I saw the exit and ran, got out the door and made it

undone flare
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YO GIRL DONE GRABBED A "MANIAC"
THE DONT CRACK WAY THAT DANK DONE SNAPPED
GOT SHY GIRL GOIN BRAINIAC
U AINT SICK U HYPOCONDRIACT (HA BITCH!)
"FLY" BITCH "LAND" WHERE PARTY AT
HIGER THAN THE MOUNTAIN CAP HINDU KUSH ROLLED UP IN WRAP
PULL UP IN A "WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT!!"
"TRACK" BOY "RUNNIN LAPS", FUCK "HUSSEIN" (WHO SAYIN) BOUT THIS AND THAT
VULTURE COMING BACK FOR THE SCRAP FAIR "DRAW",DONT NEED THE "GAT" BUT PACKED NEVA LACK
BLAST IF U WHACK WITH THE RAPS DEN I ASK FOR THE CASH
GONE ADD TO THE FLASK POUR FROM YO HOMIES HIS ALBUM TANKED AND HE MAD
YO BITCH STOLE A BLUNT FROM YO PACK I SMOKED IT LIKE A MAC DAD

ROCK SOLID DWAYNE JOHNSON, HUSTLE A BOY REAGANOMICS THATS MY POLITICS
DREADS RAMEN BAD BITCH A PERSONAL SALONIST
BIG COMMAS STACKS LIKE TODDLERS HAD TO ROUNDER
CARS IS LOW MILEAGE IF WE COMPARE SIZES
MY BITCHES GOT THEY OWN DONT NEED NADDA
GET IN THAT ASS ITS LIKE IM A ROW BEHIND IT (DAM!!)
STOPPED ON THE SHOW SMASHED YO SHAWTY THEN RESUMED NOW SHE HIDIN

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PRESENDENTIAL VIEW BOY FEEL LIKE BLACK BIDEN

unreal summit
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Trapped in the beef but I wanna be free, I'm fat, no i aint lean what you thinkin g

undone flare
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SO WHAT IF LIL HOMIE CAN DANCE?!
FRESH WITH THE FLOW LIK POURIN A GLASS
RACKS EXPAND BLUE BANDS 240 ON DASH
MIKE TYSON TATTED THE INK WASH WITH THE PAST

COMMAS AND SLASHES FUCK IT UP NO JASON MASK
"ROOT" FOR UNDERDOG NOW HE GROWN TREE APES IN PACK
HUDDLE UP MANSION FEW ACRES GRINDIN TIL CABBAGEPATCH
NO LAX ON YOU HOMIE YOU STUCK WHERE BASIC AT

TIP ON MY CAP HIT YO BITCH WITH THE WOOD LIKE A BASEBALL BAT

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GRIND SHOWN IN YO FACE AND FLEX CALL ME P90X
NO DISRESPECT TO YO BULEMIC SHIT IM CHASIN INFLATED CHECKS
TRYNA GET TO WHERE MY GREAT GREAT GREAT GREATS BALL ON YO SET
FLIGHT ATTENDENT GOT A "THOUGHT" TO INSPECT AT TOP HEIGHT IN JET.
SEXY STEWARDESS DIDNT PASS OUT PEANUT TO SNACK, SMASHED THOTTIE IN THE BACK PILOT HEAR MY NUTS SLAP

hasty ivy
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[chorus]
Bored in Class. Bored in Class
I am kind of sleepy, so imma take a nap
Bored in Class. Bored In Class
I take BIC and paper and I write a rap

[verse]
Iā€™m sitting down in my chair, and I feel kindaā€™ drowsy
Iā€™m tryinā€™ to pay attention, cause my grades are lousy
Please teach I need help I donā€™t understand the topic
So please donā€™t get mad when i take my phone out my pocket
My phone will relive some stress my dopamine is like a rocket
My brain feels very limited, thoughts put away in a locket
Then now they give us an assignment, them questions out of pocket
Dear teach I need help, donā€™t waste time saying that I should have payed attention
Please understand that I donā€™t understand, stop causing a tension
Cause Iā€™m-

[chorus]
Bored in Class. Bored in Class
I am kind of sleepy, so imma take a nap
Bored in Class. Bored In Class
I take BIC and paper and I write a rap

[verse]
But Iā€™m tired of school, did this shit for too long
I just want to go home and to chill in my car
But without my schooling, Iā€™m not going far
Causeā€™ Iā€™ll need some money, I need a nice job
After this Iā€™m not done, cause Iā€™ll have to work
All this money and these taxes them shits gonā€™ pile up
Now Iā€™m wondering why they ainā€™t teach this in class
But I guess, I can solve x, Iā€™ll solve it real fast
Even though I liked science, I didnā€™t like math
But you know I love that money, so pass me that cash
Niggas saying Iā€™m trash but they can not rap

[chorus]
Bored in Class. Bored in Class
I am kind of sleepy, so imma take a nap
Bored in Class. Bored In Class
I take BIC and paper and I write a rap

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<@&952533078407012434> please help

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Does this rap song I wrote make sense

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What can I improve <@&952533078407012434>

undone flare
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LOOK IN M EYES NO SUPRISE I BEEN ON THE RISE
SPIRITUAL SIDE CAN GLIDE, TOUCH HANDS RACKS MULTIPLY
GETTING A SLICE THIS AUTUMN LIKE PUMPKIN PIE
HAND ON YO BITHES THEIGH, THEY ONLY SEE ME FROM MY CRITICAL CLIMB
DONT TRY, CLIENT EASTWOOD WITH THE BULLSEYE

SEEN WORST BITCH I ODE BY IT
SPEAKERS SO HIGH KNOCK AROUND FRENCH FRIES WENDYS DROVE BY
HOW HE STAY SO FLY? POTENT THEY FEEL IMPOSED BY IT
YOUNG MONEY LIKE YM, BUT DONT NEED A LABEL OR CO SIGN

hasty ivy
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Ayo Dank, Go get you some money
My nigga your broke and your built like dummy
Your sweating outside like a pig causeā€™ itā€™s sunny
No can trust you, your so scummy

maiden coral
undone flare
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PIGS GOTTA EAT, SO MUCH CAKE ON YO B, SHE SERVE A FULL PLATE ON THIS D (EAT IT UP BABY!!)

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PENTHOUSE "SUITE" GEEKED TAKE YO BITCH FOR A "TREAT" (SWEET BITCH!!)

hasty ivy
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I think I lack creativity

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Who can be my ghostwriter/ writer helper

keen latch
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Creepy Peepee's
Give me the heebeegeebees
But I'll stick mine out on youtube, twitch, and even TV
I don't even gotta stick my dick in ya bitch, all I gotta do is walk by and I'll leave her creamy
My semens comin out like my dick when I'm seein three men
I see them and I'll munch them like Ice Spice
I'm quite nice, my throat's numb already
Or I can get my bumb all ready
For you to slide it in so you can hide the dick
No one'll try to find it in a guy ya twink
Know what, I'm not gay...
...
...
...
But I'll ride a dick, I'd like to lick cum from a violent tip, smack me around and say quiet nick

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I re-read this, and I don't like what I've just created lmao

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This makes me uncomfortable on so many levelsšŸ˜­

hasty ivy
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I have way more goofy and sus lyrics than this

keen latch
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Lmao

keen latch
hasty ivy
keen latch
undone flare
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YO BITCH IS A SNACK SHE A CHEETO (CHEAT HOE)
FLEX ON THE BEACH IN A SPEEDO
MY WALLET DANNY DEVITO IN A TUEXEDO (PENGUIN!)
BAD BITCH STICK BY MY SIDE, WITH A STICK OTHER SIDE IN THE REGAL
RAPPERS SUCK LIKE MOSQUITO,
MY "BANKS", "CARLTON", NEATO
WANT SMOKE? BROUGHT COAL TO A STEAMBOAT
3 HOES PASSING 4 BLUNTS TO BLOW THE TREES GROWN
GRIND ON SOUTH CLAIBORNE WITH STRAIT ACORNS

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BAIT WORMS, SLIME IN THE WATER SHARKS CHASE WARMTH
TAKE YO BREAD, CHEESE, C.R.E.A.M SO EVERY COURSE
SHOW YO BITCH NO REMORSE HIT LIKE GOLFCOURSE

hasty ivy
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Ayo dank, you stank
You are so broke that your robbing the bank
I know youā€™re not talking your built Hill Hank
Go get you some money, go sell that propane
You canā€™t even trap and you think this a game
Thatā€™s why it took decades for you to get fame
Druggie bitch, bet youā€™ve have cocaine
@undone flare

undone flare
# hasty ivy Ayo dank, you stank You are so broke that your robbing the bank I know youā€™re no...

OLD ASS SNITCH FUCK PROPANE,
I KEEP ME SOME GAS TOP SHELF WHEN I FLAME
YO BITCH GAVE SUCH BIG BRAIN, COULDA PASSED TO BEEN IN THE TEXAS SPACE PROGRAM (GAAH DAMN!!!)
EREYTHANG BIGGER IN TEXAS YET YOU REMAIN SEXLESS U PAID LIKE A SCAM
I MAKE IT RAIN YO BITCH SHOW HER TITS ON WINDOW PAIN, THEN I WIND HOE ITS PLAIN (SMASH!!)
THAT WE IS NOT THE SAME U LAME AND RETARTED IN BRAIN \ CLOTHES FULL OF STAINS
MY COUPE FRESH IN THE PAINT KICKS FLYER THAN RYU KEN, YOU? GETTOM MINKED WITH NO INK STRAIT FROM DANK
TOP RANK WITH NICE TASTE, TAKE YO BITCH BY THE WAIST, SHAKE SO OUT OF PLACE FIGURED IT WAS AN EARTHQUAKE
SLID THIRD BASE SMASHED YO SONS BIRTH PLACE (THAT KAT!!)
DR WITH THE FOREPLAY, YOU? WORDPLAY ON FIRST PLACE (BITCH!!!)

WELL LETS SEE YOU?!?!
WALLET SHRIVELED AND USED, MINE INFLATED BALLOON
KUUGA GRAB DA RULER, CANT KEEP UP TO THESE TUNES
SLIME GOT DUPED, TAKE YO BITCH SUPER CHARGED COUPE ZOOM PAST BUMPIN THE BLUES SHE WASNT FAITHFUL TO YOU

twilit lava
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iā€™m ab to write a diss track on my biology prof

last turret
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Lmaaooo

undone flare
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GRINDIN MY HUSTLE
TOUCHDOWNIN HARD WHEN IT LAND IT A TOUSSLE
BIG RACKS I CANT SUBTLE ,
IF MONEY TALKS THEN YOURS MUMBLE

FIND YO BITCH RATS WONDERIN WERE HE BE AT
FLED MY LOCATION LOW KEY, BIG MOTIVATION
FROM GRINDING ON PAVEMENT MONEY VACANT,
TO M'S MM MM GOOD LIKE CAMBELLS SOUP AWARDS GETTING STANDAING OVATION

CANT ABIDE BY NO CAP, LIARS SAY THEY BOUT THAT BUT RUN AWAY FIRST SIGN OF A SCRAP.
GET 2 THIS BAG U AINT AWAKE YO HAIR NAP TRING TO SLICK IT BACK BUT YOUR BALD AND FAT NEED TO WEAR A HAT

YOU GO AGAINST THE STUBLE IM JOHN WICK IN THE MUSCLE,
2 BLACK NINES KEEP ME HUMBLE
MUSTANG RUMBLE YO DUMB HOE UNROBED HEARD DRUM ROLL (FAT BITCH GET BACK DRESSED!!!)

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RYAN GUMBEL WITH THE "PRESS"
SO WHEN I SMASH YO BITCH YOU CAN SAY IM A JOURNALIST

hasty ivy
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man Iā€™m tired of dank snappy diss

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Itā€™s time I applied pressure

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SUPER FLOW SAYIAN

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AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

last turret
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FUCK THE WORLD ME AND THE EARTH MAKING PORN,
BEEN LEAVING WOMEN TORN
SINCD THE MOMENT I WAS BORN,
NINES KILLING IN THE FEILD LIKE THE CHILDREN OF THE CORN,
SHOUTOUT TO MY POPS HE WAS TRAPPING OUT HIS DORM,

HOES SEE THE MONEY NOW THEY RUSHING ME IS SWARMS,
FUCK A COAT ON MY ARM MY BITCHES TITTIES KEEP ME WARM,
I GOT SO MANY WHORES I CAN CONDUCT A WHOLE WAR,
THEY ALL FREAKS THO THEYā€™LL USE A DILDO AS A SWORD,
I GOT A CRIB SO BIG I CAN GIVE A 30 MINUTE TOUR,
I ALWAYS GO HARD ALL YOU PUSSIES SOFT CORE,

ITS HIGH NOON YALL MESSING WITH AN OUTLAW,
I RISE OF YALL DOWNFALL LIKE A SEE SAW,
I GOT A SAWED IF YOU WANNA SEE GOD,

urban flint
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@charred willow

charred willow
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delusional as ever, ride out the storm, know it's jus nasty weather

imma keep doin my thang, fuck all the haters, who cares when you got gang

stuck playin chess not checkers, I ran it up and defeated the odds

swear people be dumb, swear some of my closest homies be the nearest of opps

hasty ivy
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BakedBean was an addict

last turret
tacit fossil
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LOL

ionic talon
undone flare
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TRAPPIN FAPPIN YAPPIN LAPPIN SAPPIN NO CAPPIN THE CAPTAIN AVE 10TH HAVIN TO SMASH YA BITCH SINCE BACK WHEN WAY BACK THEN IF U ASKIN

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DYKE

urban flint
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YERRRR TRAPPIN N FAPPIN

wide swift
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These niggas get on my nerves Yoppa attack, take his life know he canā€™t get it back.

Was talkin all that shit when you donā€™t get up in the trap

Retry if you can, and redo the math.

Floodin all these screets like who

Noddin of dem blues

Tell baby mama we through

Neva together

Imma cold steppa

Snot and sneeze yo ass no peppa

Ol boy get cramps like gramps sumbody get that stretcha

Lean and liquor been getting me sicker

Change her mood call her a snickers

Light be natural fuck a flicka

Catchin the bodies like Jack the Ripper,

Yo girl was saint, now she a stripper

Like gah damn how I get her here

Probably brown alchy with the everclear.

devout bramble
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Yeah yess my life is a mess
Lucky that im blessed
Yeah im not tryna flex
I just have.my swag yeah
My head ja fucked up ayee
Since 6 yo kid ayee
I got.a.scar.on.my.head ayea
Aye
Igotscarsinsidedeepinside
Yeahh aye yeah

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[Chorus or bridge idk]

devout bramble
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Yeahh aye yeah
Winda znosi zmarłych( i zamarłych też)
Zielone ceny w sklepie, tak
Gdy wychodzę, Nie
A co do cwela co o mnie pomawia( ta)
Powiem ci w prosto spierdalaj (to zajebiście)
+++Masz ryj krzywy a te.drzaski to na pewno nie z krzyża na plecach+++
Im not crackhead, but i'm mightnight crack your or mine neckk
Giving head rym plus im on her brain (oh)
š“‚€then she brusy her teth (talk)
Then we fuck ,when we sick ick
Nicotine in my Breath ayeee
Fuck aint smoking in 2 Years (Years)
Damn damn aye eyes(triki batonem)
Tricky bat' on em'
Zackkk on alcohol i kow

devout bramble
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Damn damn aye eyes ,
Bitch u stay or go go bruh
You knows where we stay
Ey i pass that ball
Beetwen pol Eng
Eyyy
BLASCIK BLASCIOR BLAAAAASCIOR
to ten czas ja i mĆ³j nowy wisior
BLASCIOR
Biegnę i nie mogę dogonić a oni mnie gonią a oni a oni
Agony agony agony

undone flare
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CAN I LIVE IN PEACE, WITHOUT YOU EVENTUALLY, TRYIN 2 TAKE FROM ME?
SKY HIGH THERES SPACE BENEATH, SWIMMIN IN MONEY LIKE A TIDE WALLET OBESE
SMASH ON YO BITCH OUT OF EMPATHY, RINSE REPEAT LIKE LISTERINE
BOOTY SO BIG BENT OVER IT TORE JEANS,SMASH THAT HOE TO SMITHERINES TO A BAD BITCHES REGIME IM A MYSTERY
SO CLEAN IT STERILE,
CASH ON ROBERT DENERO,
SO MUCH GAS CALL ME VALERO
BITCH JUST BE CAREFUL, I AIR HOES MAKE THEM PANT LIKE THEY FEARFUL (SMASH!!)

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TOLD HER YOU WANT THE O.G. OR YOU WANT THE SEQUEL?
NO EQUAL THE BASS HARD ON EQ, NEVER SEE DUDE, HUSTLE IN STREET SMOOTH

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BROKE ASS BOY, FELL OFF THE RACKS,
ME IM HOT ON THE TRACKS CHAIN ON IGLOO

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YOU REMAIN ON SNOOZE YO BITCH BRINGING HOME THE BACON AND SIZZLE TOO

keen latch
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I wanted to speak my mind and so I started rappin
After a few songs I grew on to love this art, a passage
To a passion opened up, and then I crossed right pass it
Didn't know it'd be so difficult tho I'm still walkin at a

Pace that's fast as fuck but during this little journey
There's a few things that I know now that I wish I learned be-
-fore I started this, one of which is that I didn't thoroughly
Think that me and my mind would always be clashin through it
Another one is

Streams on Apple music
Don't mean you're wack or losin
Obscene how many use it
To see who's bad or good and
It's really sad and stupid
Now we have average humans
Who leak with talent oozin
But they're beat so flat into the
Ground, it leaves them mad and ruined

They sleep while anger moves em'
It's deep Inside their rooting
So they may be highly moody
Plus they don't get the respect they think that they are deserving of
So they thinkin they'll fuck up any rapper they see thats mainstream and serve them up

undone flare
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BREAD KNOTTED IN BUTTER WHEN I PUT UP FOR SALE
BBQ WITH THE GRILL WAY IT STUFFED ON THE SCALE (IRON!!)
I RUN THIS HIPHOP SHIT, "LOCK IT DOWN" QUICK NO LOVE FAKE TOUGH NIGGA WATCH HIM RUN AND "BAIL" (RUN BITCH!!)
HOT WITH THE SHELLS LIKE TACO BELL (PEW PEW!!!)
IMA MAC WITH CHEESE SO KEEP SHELLS (PEW PEW PEW!)
SALT UP THESE SNAILS MAKE MONEY LIKE YALE,
FUCK SCHOOL I BROUGHT IT UP MYSELF HOLD IT DOWN LIKE SILT

HUSTLE TRILL CAN TAKE THE GREEN OUT A DILL (DEAL!!)
JUMP OUT THE WHEEL BIG BILLZ LIKE WALLMART ELECTRIC PAYMENT INSTILLS
HARD TO KILL, I AM BRUCE WILLIS "ILL", OOPS...I MEANT..HIS FILMS BEFORE HE GOT HIS BRAIN DRILLED (FUCK!!)
I "DRILL RAPPERS" AT WILL, CHILL NOT WITH THE GAT, THIS SKILL OUTRAP THE LILS FORREAL,
TAKE YO BITCH QUICK GIVE HER THE DICK SHE REPENT FROM 100 TO ZERO

MAC 10 IF SHIT GET TOO REAL (SCAP BLAT BOOPA DOP DOP SCOOBA DOBABABABABAAAAA!!!)

VIKING WITH THE STICK
NIKE SWIRL A KID
ALWAYS MORE TO IT
CASH PULL CANT RESIST
MAD SWIFT WITH THE REFLEX
NO TICK ON THE ROLEX
BLACK DIAMONDS FROM AFRICAN DENTIST
PATHFINDER ROAD RENDER

cinder tulip
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@urban flint šŸ‘Øā€šŸ³

median hedge
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I took a detour to my childhood home,
Where I learned how to sing screaming through a brown comb; Fuck being with you, I would rather be alone, Bitches like you take me outta my zone; I'm so wrapped up in the internet, I'm so attached to my phone; I'm so fucking tired of this bullshit rap, do niggas even fucking flow anymore like-- who's to say?

steady temple
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So,
I went down a narrow road,
I aint ever seen before, swear i did though,
like connecting the dots of places I did go,
swear old memories are the best and cant nobody take those,
when these niggas lookin down I see look its the poo,
i know they down bad tryna grip up on my flow,
we aint had to take it there we just put on some different clothes,
god my witness, i take him everywhere I go,
shout out to the dawgs because they already know,
"yeah"
I keep it straight up, I'm not trying to be Rollin limpin,
gotta keep my pants up to tuck the sawed off, yall bitches think I'm pimpin, best believe this a designer belt, dare you try'n come take it,

undone flare
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WHEN IT COME TO PAPER MAN IT ATTRACT THE HOES
NONE MY WOMEN THOSE, GOT THEY OWN, ICECREAM TIPS AND TOES EAR ON FROZE
FRO-YO WITH THE SHOES KNOW DANK KEEP IT ON THE MOVE
PAPER GETTING CHOOSED IF IT COME TO WHAT TO DO

FUCKING UP THESE "CHECKS" IT DONT MAKE "CENTS" (DNT MAKE SENSE!!)
PULL OUT THE STICK AND DONE ACCIDENTLY SPILLED MY LIQOUR BOTTLE IN THE WHIP (OOPS!!)
BEHIND THE TINT U SEE ALL TYPSE OF SHIT, IN THE TESLA AUTO PILOT GETTING HEAD SMOKING MEDS LEGS UP ON REST
SMASH YO SHAWTY LEFT THE BED WET, BURNT MY CLOTHES HAD BLEACH FROM HER ASSHOLE NOW THE COLORS LEFT
NOW YOU UPSET, STICK FRY HIM LIKE KFC DRUM BITCH!!

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SHOUT OUT KANYE, BEFORE DONDA BEFORE BEYONCE,
BEFORE THE OFFSPRING, BEFORE THE NAZIS

undone flare
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WE IS NOT THE SAME IM LU KANG (LU KANG?!?!)
MORTAL KOMBAT WITH THE FLAME WONT EVER CHANGE (EVER CHANGE?!)
SPOTTED WITH YO DAME, NEW SHOES & CHAIN RUNNIN THANGS (RUNNIN THANGS?!)

HOP FRESH OUT THE CRIB, FRESH LIKE MINT SPENT 10 BANDS ON MY WRIST
WILL SPONSOR FOR SOME DRIP IF THE FIT LIT
GRINDING PLEAD THE FIFTH SINCE MOTORORALLA WAS DOIN IT BIG BIG (BIG PATNA!!)
YO BITCH FOUND A 12 INCH DICK WALLET SAME SIZES LIKE SUBWAY BREAD (FOOT LONG BABY!!)

SHOOTIN LEAD AT YO HEAD THEN IM SMOKING STRONG MEDS (POW!!)
WITH THE RAPS IM A LEGEND, ALREADY TO LATE AFTER THIS SESSIONS REC.
CRACK HEAD LIKE AN EGG, YOU NEED TO STOP LEECHING SLEEPING IN YOUR MOTHERS BED (PUCKER UP MAMAS BOY!)
NO STREET CRED, SAW YO WHIP IT WAS DEAD, SAW YO DRIP IS WAS MID,
TAKE YO NEWLEY WED INTO BED, JUSTIN TIMBERLAKE WITH THE RIVER ON HER LEGS

WE IS NOT THE SAME IM LU KANG (LU KANG?!?!)
MORTAL KOMBAT WITH THE FLAME WONT EVER CHANGE (EVER CHANGE?!)
SPOTTED WITH YO DAME, NEW SHOES & CHAIN RUNNIN THANGS (RUNNIN THANGS?!)

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@hasty ivy AND I FUCKED YO BITCH ( I DID TOO!!)

charred willow
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didn't fuck that bitch, strolled in with a pat on the head, a couple of grams and freddy versus jason on VHS

they said I'm too nice, but it's cause I'm always in my head, be at work spitting shit ignoring the shit my boss says

wasn't born crazy, yet I ended up a young psycho, likeable as fuck but liable to bash you over the head with a full bottle - I'm upset

everybody want up next, do they even understand what they're saying? vocabularies retired, I'm twisted like Michael Myers, momma said just be yaself --

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and are we supposed to put our writtens in here in caps like we're yelling?

tacit fossil
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LOL nah that's just dank

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write how you wanna write āœļø

charred willow
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yesssirrr

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so yall find it hard to write some decent shit or does it come naturally?

hasty ivy
undone flare
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DOPEMAN DOPEMAN DOPEMAN DOPEMAN
YO BITCH GRABBIN NUTS AND CHOKIN
TITTIES FLOATIN WAY IM MOTOR BOATIN
SO MUCH RACKS IM FOLDING WENT GOLD CHILD IM THE CHOSEN (EDDIE MURPHEY!!)

PULL UP WAFFLE HOUSE DIAMOND GRILL IN MOUTH
YO BITCH GIVE ME SUGAR LIKE A BUTTERFLY WAY I MAKE THESE CHECKS IN ROUTE
TOO MANY HOES TO COUNT (HUH!)
TOO MANY ROLLED OF THAT SHOUT (LOUD!!)
PULL UP TO THE BOUT, LIKE SLY STALLONE KNIFE IN MOUTH
I GOT THE WAVE YOU AINT RIDING IT OUT (OOH!!!)
SOO MANY HUNNEDS NEED MACHINES FOR THE AMOUNT
GRAB ON YO BITCH AND I MOUNT WITHOUT A DOUBT ( I WILL!!)

undone flare
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YO BITCH
GROPESMEN GROPESMEN GROPESMEN GROPESMEN
KNOCK HER OFF POP THE THE TROJAN
CANT SAY THE REST THAT SHIT WAS GROSS MAN
POP HER OFF LIKE SODA CAN
BIG GUNS THEY WONT JAM
YOU AINT THE GOAT YOU A LAMB (BITCH)
HE RICH GAWD DAWM PULL UP WITH THE BEACH BRING THE SAND
RULE UP WITH ME WONT GO AS PLANNED
NEVER RUN BUT THE TOMMY GUN SHOOT OUT LIKE IRAN
LIFESPAND MAKING "BANDS" LIKE RICK RUBEN
HOUSE ON EXPAND WHIP LIT THE MAIN LAND
THEY SEE THE CASH ON ADVANCED THEY THOUGHT HE INDUSTRY PLANT
I AINT FLEXIN ON THE GRAM CATCH THESE HANDS (BITCH)
YO BITCH PESTERING AGAIN WANT THE AMP
PLAY HER LIKE A SOLO THEN SCRAM
SPRAY EM LIKE PAM (BTBTBBTBTBTBTBDAAAAA!!!)
IN THE KITCHEN WITH THE SPAM (HUH!!!!)
ROASTING THESE YAMS (OOOOOHHH WEEEE!!!)
SO MUCH CHEESE, YOU FIGURED I WAS FROM FRANCE ( DAAAAAM!!!!!!!)
SO MUCH JUBILEE YOU FIGURED I WAS FROM X-MEN (JEWELS, BELIEVE)
PETER PAN WITH THE SCAM, FLEW ON THE BILL FUCK WHAT IT SAYIN
FOR $1.50, ILL BEAT YO ASS HOWS THATS FOR A TIP G? WE CAN GO NAM'
NAPALM WHERE U STAND FROM THE SPIT THAT IM SAYIN (BITCH)
BITCH AND I GOT ROCKS ITS NOT GLAM (DIAMO NDS!!!)
MUST BE PLAYIN U AINT FOOLIN WITH MY CAMP (DANK IN THIS BITCH!!!)
UNCLE SAM WITH THE BRAND, LIKE US MILITARY GOT STAMPED
STRIPES ON THIS STAR GONE HAMMED (BEEN DID THAT, PUSSY)

hasty ivy
# undone flare <@498151642630455308> AND I FUCKED YO BITCH ( I DID TOO!!)

You said you fucked my bitch, that is funny
Catch my sloppy seconds, dank bitch you a hoe
I keep a pole, you scared of my damm presences
Cause dank he be on dick, you a fan come take a flick
Twenty-Five for a pic, you are broke I am rich
Iā€™m the man, youā€™re the bitch
The thought of you gone make me itch
You an ant, your a bug
I fuck up your family Iā€™m showing that love
Just ask yo cousin they know whatā€™s sup
This little boy he thinks heā€™s tuff
Iā€™m Optimus Prime bitch Iā€™m strong like truck
so keep sippin wock, keep doing your drugs
These people keep sucking, forgetting to rub
Got the gum-gun dick, my bitch telling UGH
the way I rap, you get hit with a bus
But your like a toy from toys r us
Your bitch with me, she my sneaky link
You know we fucked in the city
My nut is sticky, you people keep sucking my dick
They know that I keep blicky
But dank my bitch, You my timmy turner, I bitch you like Iā€™m Vicky
Youā€™re so silly, your like a teletubbies
this glizzy gon make you chubby
Like dank is so bummy, youā€™re built like a wow-wow wubzy
Your a bear with a zigzag tail cause your really ugly
@undone flare

undone flare
# hasty ivy You said you fucked my bitch, that is funny Catch my sloppy seconds, dank bitch...

PULP FICTION WITH THE NECK (JULES!! / JEWELS!!)
"SMASH" ON YO BITCH NOW SHE A "WRECK"
GET TO THIS CASH LIKE THE IRS, INITIALS "I. REALLY, STEP."
YO CHICK WANTED THE DICK A ND SHE FORFEIT HIT IT AND QUIT IT LIKE AN ABORTION
CASH GOT SOME "POWER" NOW YO WIFEY "MIGHTY MORPHIN"
ROLLED IT AND "STRIKE" THE BITCH OUT LIKE IM BOWLING

SAVE ALL THAT SHIT YOURE NO SHOWMAN
SLAVED AT THAT SHIT AND STILL POOR MAN
ME? IM SCORING MONEY STEADY POURING, FLY BITCH IM SOARING.
MY FREEZER GOT A DOORMAN HAVE TO ENTER A CODE TO MAKE A BOLOGNY SANDWHICH AND ORANGE
YOU??!! ARE BORING, YOU ARE A PEDO LURING, GEEKS HOME TO SHOW YOUR BONER IM ALTERING THE AUTHORITIES (DAM!!!)

hasty ivy
hasty ivy
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bro rapping is hard

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Ion know how yā€™all do this shit

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My nigga bulit like a dinosaur
I need to humble, where is my sword
you know I got power Iā€™m a megazord

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šŸ˜­

undone flare
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CAR SCREECH

undone flare
charred willow
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STUCK IN BANGKOK, WITH A HANGOVER AND A TIGER LIKE TYSON, ON GOD I SWEAR I DONT REMEMBER SHIT

UP IN THE MIRROR, IM FACELESS - EMOTIONLESS, CAUSE THE DRUGS STILL IN MY BODY, PROBABLY CAUGHT A BODY

CHECKED OUT THAT BITCH, WALKIN WIT A MEAN LIMP LIKE WHERES MY CANE? RAISED KANE, HELL RAISERS WITH THAT POTION NIGGA

BEST OUT, WHOS NEXT, BIG DOG WITH THE BLICKY OUT, TALKIN ACTION IM JUS TALKIN FUNDAGE, YOU STILL DONT GET IT - ITS APPARENT NOW

STILL TOO TOUGH, YOU AINT TOP BOY, DAMN HE WENT OUT LIKE SULLY, ITS A THIN LINE LIKE A NIGGA WAS FLOSSIN

ALWAYS FUCKED UP, BRAINS GONE, ANXIETY DIPS WHEN THAT PILL HITS, HUNG ROUND WIT SOME BAD ONES, MADE A NAME NOW THEY KNOW ME AS - MR. WISH YOU WAS ME

HOES BE BUGGIN, TALKIN BOUT PULL UP ALONE, LIKELY THINK IM OUT HERE LACKIN, I AINT ENDIN UP NO PACK, OR ON A SHIRT FOR FIVE MINUTES OF SMASHIN

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HALF THESE JITS IS FATHERLESS, FEEL THE VIBES LIKE WE RUNNIN SHIT UP WITHOUT NO CONSEQUENCES

MOMS WAS STIRRIN THE POT WHILE I WAS OUTSIDE, STRAIGHT FUCKIN THE ROADS UP - BITTERSWEET CAUSE LIVES WHAT YOU MAKE IT DAWG

UNDERSTAND THE STRUGGLE, CAUSE WE CAME FROM IT, TALKIN SLEEPLESS NIGHTS CAUSE THAT BAG KICKIN IN

DONT GET SCARED NOW, BE A VISIONARY, DO THAT CAUSE YOU CAN - DONT REGRET A GODDAMN THING WHEN YOU'RE OLDER, IF YOU'RE LUCKY ENOUGH TO MAKE IT

I AINT EVEN GOTTA WRITE NO MORE, THESE RHYMES IS OFF THE TOP ROPE LIKE A HIGHFLYER - KING MIDAS WITH THAT TOUCH, ITS ANOTHER THREE, I GOTTA WIN

undone flare
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TWO HOES IN A TWIN BED
JAR FULL OF MEDS, PURPLE COLA HEADS MAKE U DROP A LEDGE (HUH!)
HIGHER THAN WHATS SAID, BEEN FLY I FLED
PLEAD THE FIFTH REAL 1 WONT TAKE NO PLEDGE

SMASH YO POTATO WEDGE, BURNER TURNT HIM VEG (VEGGIE!)
IM SOMETHIN SPECIAL, PREACHIN, CALL IT SPECIAL ED
WONT DO WAT U SAYS, AND YO BITCH GET THIS STICK FETCHED
SO MANY EGGS IN THE NEST, FINNA BET BEFORE IT HATCHES (BALLA!!)

undone flare
# hasty ivy Let me keep it a buck like Chuck E Cheese You are a lame we all agree Keep suck...

THEY SAY THERES TOO MUCH OF A GOOD THING
THEN WHY YO BITCH SUCK-ING?!? (SLURRRRP)
BIG JEWELS SWING RING COULD STOP RENT EVICTION
BREAK THE RULES MAKE U PAY TO FIX THEM
MOB MENTALITY PAY ME A PROTECTION SUBSCRIPTION
HUSTLE AND GRIND IS THE MISSION.
ROLLER COASTIN THE WHIP 126 MADE THE LITS DIM.

HATERS SIMPLE TAKE YO BITCH WITH THE DIMPLE
DOG HOE DIDNT WANT IT GENTLE
TRAP OUT THE BENZ THO YOU BITCH LOOKING FOR BENZOS, (HELL NAAAAW!!!)
VERSES SO MENTAL RAPPERS FIGURED IT WAS JOHN WICKS PENCIL WRITTEN STILL IN SKULL IN SKILL
BIG PITBULL KEEP THE SIG PULLED
MULE KICK AND AND HIS DOME DRIP IF THIS HIP HOP SPIT WAS LOADED IN THE CLIP TOOLED
ONLY ONE PLACE IMMA GET TO
TOP ITS A LONG PIT FALL
SUM UP CASH RAW, WHILE HATERS JUST RUN UP HIS JAW
CANT BY MY DAWG IF YOU A BITCH BOIIII

median hedge
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these niggas spittin dat bullshit, that hot garbage
finna take a bite out of your rotting carcass
these niggas spittin bullshit, hot ass
but im finna burn and dispose of the trash
im the last
wordbender
young nigga make money, bend sticks like mas. splinter
you just remember
two fives equal a ten
so ill call kasey and fat-barbie, we can do it a-ken
yuck

undone flare
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COULDA BEEN POPE IN ROBES TOLD EM I WAS CHOSEN ACROSS GLOBE
SITTIN GOLD THRONE,CASH OVERLOAD MONEY INTERNATIO-NAL
SMASH A JAPAN HOE, RADDISH RED BEFORE SCRWED I CHOP IT SLOW
HUNTER WAY IM CHASIN DOE RIDE WITH THAT POLE AINT A STRIPPER TO PASS A NOTE

SPEAKERS ON "SWEET AND LOW", CANDY WHIP TOO SWEET TO SHOW.
FAST FOOD WAY I TREAT THESE RAPPERS FEATURES OWNED, CALL IT EAT AND GO.
THEY CAGED AN ANIMAL AND HOPE HE WALK ON TWO FEET AND GROW
SPEAKING TO EACH THEYS OWN, MONEY TREE OVERGROWN HAMMOCK ON LAWN

CLEAN AS DAWN, SLIME LIKE OIL POND,DANCIN BALL LIKE SEAN JEAN
AR IN MY LONGJOHNS, FOLD YO HONG KONG ASS LIKE A WONTON
IF WHAT I SAY IS WRONG THEN U SHOULD OF GOT A LONG (BITCH!!)
WHAT I SAY IN SONG IS HOW A BIRD REALLY GET FLOWN (HUH!!!)

hasty ivy
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@undone flare thinks he a vulture

hasty ivy
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@undone flare imma go crazy

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Super DRAGAON BARS ZZ

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AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHBHHHHH

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I will put you in your place, like a Lego brick
You cannot rhyme for shit and you make me sick
Yaā€™ girl is now my wife she said you got a small dick
and if you fucking ā€œtakeā€ my bitch, you know I keep a stick
Play with me one time boy, then your remains is in a ditch
Cause I can kill you with my bars, so get bullied like bitch
PunchMaster, you know I spit the truth like Iā€™m Buddha Brand
They call me Nico Robin, the way the I throw these hands
But Iā€™m more similar to Nami cause I chase these bands
Itā€™s the lifestyle man, trap it up in La-La land
Dank know Iā€™m smoking his deads, I cheffed up his instead
You know that nigga is a fed, i bombed his house blood gush like ranch
It was a bloody celebration, got sturdy I did my dance

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@undone flare

tender coral
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Tick. tick. tick.
Flip>Flip>Flip
"Found it"-Rip-Rip
Toss
Crackle
Snap
Pop
Creek "It's burned-" "NO IT IS NOT!"
"You saw it yourself-" "You had one job!
Keep it on the shelf"
"Well-" "Look at the clock!
You'll be dead by 12!
Run or be beaten with a rock!"

Aye...
People pushing my buttons
every fucking day!
When time runs out I won't be sane
But I'm loving
Every little thing they like to say!
'cause when they push me over edge
I will not hesitate
To bring someone with me.
Now do you understand my pain?

Crunch~crunch~crunch
Huff=huff=huff
"If I have to do what I must!"
Creek
"Don't listen to him! He's a mutt!
A liar, a thief, a relentless runt!"

Oh wait... I lived and went on... Due to the decisions I made?
I was never expecting me to see this fine day.
Why wait?
Why don't we just keep on going 'til I brake?

Sigh
"I didn't expect myself actually kill.
The way the knife entered...
It was a thrill!
I rolled his body into the river..
I... Didn't think it was real...
But still!
Not long after, I loved how that could feel.

Yuh So now I crit kids left and right.
Dodge strikes with speed side to side.
So don't diss me and if you might
I'll just have to shut you up tight.
Sit you up-right
Put you in your place before I put you in my sights...

#

<@&952533078407012434>

undone flare
# hasty ivy I will put you in your place, like a Lego brick You cannot rhyme for shit and yo...

YO CHICK IS LIKE A LEGO BRICK, BUILT TO PLUG, NEED TO LEGGO MY DICK
YOUR VERSE A HOUSE OF CARDS,...AND YO BITCH BLOWING IT!!! (IN MORE WAYS THAN ONE!)
SO WHAT U GOT A STICK?! DONT GIVE A SHIT PULL UP OUT THE WHIP BLOW YO CHICK KISS
CROSS HER EYES IN COMPLETE BLISS WHEN I HIT AFTER SPIT
IF WE TOSSING HANDS U CATCHING THESE FIST,PRESSURE IN EACH LICK LIKE CANNABIS HITS
RICH YOUNG AND LIT, WHEN U TALM BOUT A "SWITCH", ITS ON SOME SNITCH SHIT NOT THE GLOCK WITH RAPID CLICKS DONT MAKE ME SLAP A CLIP
SHE NEED TO BE "DUBBED" YO BITCH SUCK SO MUCH DICK SHE TALKS WITH A "LISP"

BOY YOU ON GOVERNMENT CHEESE, ONLY "TRAP" IS YA LIP
MY MONEY SO CRISP, ROMAINE LETTUCE WITH HUNNEDS
WAY KUUGA "GHOSTED" YOUD A THOUGHT IT WAS HAUNTED
YOU TALK THAT "BULL" BUT NEVER "GET ON" IT
I GOT PLAY DOUGH, LIEK WALLACE AND GROMIT SPIT ICONIC
MAKE YO BITCH WANT IT WAY ITS FLAUNTED
YO BITCH IS ON SPEED, GOING SUPERSONIC, METH HEAD NEEDS COLONICS (DIRTY ASS BITCH!)

YO SOUND IS SOUNDLESS DROWNED IT IM ON IT,
HOP BOUNDLESS AROUND YO BITCH HOUND WITH THE SHIT,
CALCULUS WITH THE DIGITS NEVER FRIGID, FRIDGE ON NECK DIG
SPITTING ROUND FOR ROUND DOWNED ME FEW CLOWNS HAD SOME WITTNESS BATTLE WREKLESS
YO BARS GET BLOWN UP.. MEANWHILE MY SHOW ERUPTS,
WELL I COULD SAY THAT BUT TO YOUR CONCERT NO ONE SHOWNIN UP!
YO BITCH GETTIN "PLUGGED" LIKE SHE HOEING FOR DRUGS
RODE HER A FEW ROUGH WHENEVER I WANT NOW SHE SAYING IM SCRUB (HA BITCH!)
@hasty ivy

undone flare
#

ALL I DO IS PEACE,SEE IT SPLIT BOTH MY FINGERS
AINT SELLIN MY SOUL TO MAKE IT, HATE IT IM RIDING ON SPINNERS
MAKE IT TOP FOR THE SKRILLA, AINT WORRIED BOUT FAME ONE MINUTE
CHOOSIN WITH UR FEELINGS THATS A DUMB ASS DECISION

PAID COST AINT WORRIED WHOS REALER
YOU RODE WITH STEPPERS? WATCH EM "FOLD" BOUT THE "DEALER" (SNITCH BITCH!!)
STREETS GIVE THE WHEELS BUT IT OIL VINEGAR
MAKING PAY IN THE DIRT GRIND LIKE MEALER

FIRE OFF TOP LIKE A MOLOTOV
STAND 10 TALL CIALIS SOLID NOT SOFT
GOT WEIGHT WATCH ME WORK IT OFF
FULL PLATE EARNED ANY WAY THAT THE BREAD FALL

SAY THEY FAMILY BUT WONT EVER CALL
U SAY ITS GAS BUT I DONT EVER COUGH
U SAY ITS RACKS BUT THE COLOR WRONG
FUCK BOYS BE SLIPPIN LIKE THEY BRAD SHAW

DOJA THE PACK BREAK SOME BRANCH AWED
LEFT YO BITCH CLUELESS SHE CANT SOLVE (HOE ASS)
1970S WHIP LIKE YO GRANDPA

tender coral
#

Aye!!! Yo!!
Hopped on the mic at 13
Like how she hopped on this dick
It's working.
7 inches inside, Yeah I am worthy.
Firstly, now that I am surely worsening in my mental state
I'd like to say that something inside this mind of mine is churning.
So when it explodes
All on its own, absurdly,
Don't look at me like a lost dog and beg mercy.

Rinse and repeat
Step 2 point a Glock at your feet.
Step 3 pull the trigger as you dance for me
Yeah it's cool but why tho?
For my pleasure. That's why bro.
I'm a psycho.
Gotchu turning into a statue
'cause I froze you with the time-stone just so I could hit you and make you catch this muthafucking cyclone.

I am quick, try me bitch, if you do I'll slam bricks down on yo brain like some rules from a book because I am strict.

I'm that type of guy who doesn't deal with childish moves.
I don't care what I did or whoever's pissing off you.
Just don't get in my way 'cause even if you do
I'll end your shit anytime any day, even if the sky isn't blue.
Just let it be known
That I'll always show
How I break up the rhythm
And put it in flow from beginning to finish
This aint a joke because I gotta mission
Stay at the top and not never go
to the meanest of fights to kill in slow-mo.
Moving so fast with a pace that will Never die down in this rap until fate has decided to have this all stopped in it's tracks.

Flipped this style like a fucking boat
I can kill, drown, stab and choke;
Ruin someone's life with just a phone.
I'm not a joke, I don't play around.
I'm the scariest thing you've seen in town so call me Ghost.

undone flare
undone flare
#

U DO WHAT YOU TOLD
ME IM ON THE ROAD CHASIN GOAL
IF I DONT GO PLATNNUM U KNOW IM GO GOLD
NAME IN LIGHTS THEY PAY FOR ROWS
ROLLS ROYCE PULL SLOW IN THE BACK WITH A POLE
STACK CHIPS LIKE CASINO AND IT SHOWS
RICH LIT WITH SO MANY HITS LIKE COMBOS
AT THE TOP JUST IN CASE U AINT KNOW
TOP SHELF BOTTLE DOWN TO BOTTOM WITH THE CRYSTAL
YO BITCH ON KRYSTAL DONT NEED THOSE ISSUE
ROCK IT HARDER THAN KISS AND YO BITCH WENT FOOL
NOT AT YOU FOOLS, HIGHER ON GROOVE, SEE LIARS AND RUES
CANT EXPIRE GOT "TOOLS", POP AT CHA PJ "PLYERS" FLEW
IN THE COUPE CHICKENS STARE TIRES THEY BLUE

#

SKKKKKKKKKKKKKKRRRRRRRRRRRRTTT, POPPED UP LIKE VAMPIRE TUX WITH THE MOON (POP!!!)

#

COLLAR ON SMOOTH WHAT THE FUCK DO IT DO

#

YEAH GOT SOME TRICKS FOR THE FRUITS
FUCKING WITH DANKY SMOKING JAMACIAN WITH CREW
DUST OFF SOMETHING NEW MAN MY DRIP IS ON SEWN
HATERS ASSUME ARTICLES SHIT WITHOUT KNOWIN HOW HE MOVE
RACE AT THE RED LIGHT SHAKE OFF THE GLOOM (PIGS)
GOT A FEW ADDIES FROM BADDIES STALLION GOT HOOVES
RUN THE TRENCH WITH THAT BOOM
STAGNANT WITH LADDERS BOY YOU TRAPPIN IS DOOM
SOUTHSIDE RESUME FOR THE BANDS AND MY PLANS GETTING JUKE
MONEY TALKS THE TRUTH, YO ENTIRE SHOOT BE ON MUTE ( BITCH!!)

#

GORRILLA GLUE ROLLED IN THE FRUIT GOT ME AND YO BITCH IN CAHOOTZ

last turret
#

Wanna think you outside the box best believe Iā€™ll out box ya,
They play in your face but behind the scenes they all mock ya,
They say they canā€™t see the talent someone go call the doctor,
You ainā€™t Jamie fox acting blind wonā€™t get you an Oscar,

Iā€™m from a mythical land with both fairies and monsters,
I carry more weight than you squares Iā€™m Larry the lobster,
Yā€™all all slow must be following Garyā€™s mantra,
In love with the dough might go and marry some pasta,

Pen lethal but got a sword I carry like asta,
Been people trying me knowing I bury mobsters,
Ill send diesel to your so called scary shottas,
Yā€™all Lactose intolerant a little dairy will stop ya,

Yā€™all all sweet beating yā€™all the cherry a top a,
Cake made by battering in ways very improper,
Told that bitch itā€™s over I had to vary the roster,
Ainā€™t good at acting yā€™all are glaring imposters,

They think I wonā€™t parry them nada
In some perryā€™s Iā€™ll stomp ya,
My gang group up in a pair we gone rob ya,
So much media/Medea around youā€™d think tyler Perryā€™s my father,

near spoke
#

Str8 up synergy,
Life like a trilogy,
Stories, like a prophecy,
Lost, in this odyssey,
Fucking, like it's chemistry,
All this bad, energy,
Drugged, where my memory,
Not sure who I outta, be,

Don't be sorry, i'd shoot over an Apology,
All talk, know-where-i-stay,
South of Florida, stay in oa,
meet me by the bay, promise, I'll dent, LA, equal to prey,
Turning the sky, I'll turn it to Grey,

Equal the weight, Fallen facadƩ,
Beast to the lead, gladly I'll-end the clip, till he-is red,
trippy in county, n' x, in the ground,

Blanco brown, Stuck-in-the-head, Soulja, slim, smoke dawg, where is camo, half a mil, locked in the brain,
Stuck in my head,
Demons, Contraption of the saine,
pop it, smoke, till we, strain,
Pillow like dicky, n' rough like Wayne,

--
Soft like candy, n' angry like bane,

Fight the power, so I,
Paid in full,
Get ur freak on,
8, with,
Pole,
Nle, stuck off a xan,
Lil, popping with a tiger,
Who messed with a fox,

Counting all the drama,
Ajr, with alba,
Forever, a long time,
Two faced, accidental crime,
Like baby,
That's what I want,
Jet,
When I die,
A mistaken lie,
Scared of the dark,
Kamikaze,
Unable to fly,

Like a mockingbird,
Not afraid,
To die,
Bumping heads,
Love the way you lie,

But I'm not sure, how to love,
I'm me, I'll fight till, 6 foot, 7 foot, under,

Touching bedrock, I'm a sucker for pain,

lollipop,

Nonstop, ain't use my mouth, let my knife talk, a fair trade, you and me,

Survival, epidemic,
Through da storm, black hearted,
Deep wounds, from your suicide,

Only can hope, Can't fix me, the remedy for a broken heart, revenge, aimed to corrupt me, numb,

Lions eyes, beaming down, still trappin', Smoking and thinking, about all my life,

--
Where will the ends meet, not sure, when my light will appear, rise against, like a Savior, united in grief, bad blood, humble, Loyalty, over DNA, the recipe, of love, push down the pride, expand the dignity,

Changes, like apparatus, these changes, be changing me, only God can judge me, for, so many tears, were cried, but, Life goes on, until the end of time,

Molly, Marie, the anxiety, creeping up, like a robbery, righteous, I'm wishing them well, legends, they, come and go,

Mercy, over the dark fantasy, flashing lights, over the heartless, off the grid, through the wire, tug till there's fire,

--
Sirens, blaring, stargazing, got these goosebumps, the antidote, pills to not feel,

Are we even real,

Sorry not sorry, I ain't got time, to, run it up, know your strong, like a juggernaut, so you can handle the otherside,

Crazy in love, had the holy grail, turned, renegade, to toughen my shell,

--
21 questions, why, so I'm zooted, wondering, if I'm supposed to die tonight,

dreaming, everyday, fucking problems, lsd, d.m.b. , riots in my head, living rent free,

Not sure, who I am, to be,

undone flare
#

TRUTH IN MY DEISGN, WHILE YOURS VERIMIN INSIDE

MY BANK SIZES WALK STRIDES WITH BEN FRANKLIN NOT SHY

PULL UP MY RIDE BENZO SMOKIN ENDO WITH PURP LOOKIN DYED

WATER THE TIDE, ICE ON MY NECK LIKE AN O.D. SURVIVED

GOODNESS GRACIOUS MAMA GOT THEIGHS, WORK IT OUT TIL SHE TIRED

JEWELRY ON SUNRISE, PRIVATE JET SKY HIGH ROLLING UP MORE THAN TIRES

SHOOT IF YOU RIDE I DONT BANG BUT MY BLICKS'LL TAME

UNDRESS YO DAME, WE AINT CAME FROM THE SAME

YOU DONT KNOW WHATS WORTH IN THE GAME

WHO TO BLAME U GET SLIMED FOR SOME CHANGE

YO BITCH DERANGED NEEDED SOME CRAZY HEAD GAME PULLED HER BRAID

"POPPIN" WAY I PULL UP IN "RANGE"

undone flare
#

BACK ON MY GRIND BITCH IM BACK TO MY BIDNESS

GOT STACKS U CAN WITTNESS, RACKS AND SOME PACKS LIKE FED-EX

BLACK JACK IM WINNIN, BEST BELIEVE I MEANT IT

GET YO SHIT STRAIGHT CAUSE ITS BENTED,

IN THE HELL CAT DEMENTED I FINNESSE THESE SNAKES NOW THEY SHEDED

CALL A BOY BUNNY, FUNNY NOW IM BIG BREADED

TO THESE HOES A HEADACHE A BED ACHE ATE FULL PLATE AT HER PLACE THEN SMASH IF WE BETTING

GAS NOT UNLEADED KEEP 2 BERRETTA ANY SETTING

BADDIE FISH NETTING, PULL YO HOE LIKE SHIPS DRIP WETTING HER TOSS HER MY DICK HEAVY

FRONT ROW AT THE GRAMMIES BIG 40 ON LAP AINT LETTING U SKIP ON MY LP

NEVER FALL IN L.O.V.E. , BITCH ITS M.O.B. TIL I D.I.E. LIVE THE WAY I SPEAK

IN SOME SLEEK COLOR ALGAE, BADDIE NO B.B.L. NATURAL FAR AS I CAN TELL G

TOP SHELF WITH CALORIE, SHARK IN THE WATER GET YOUR FOOTING ON CANOPY.

THE GAME IS A FAN OF ME, HIP HOP MASTERPIECE WHEN I HAND A FEE

CANT RATTLE ME, SPLATTER HASSLE FREE WITH THIS LYRICAL ARMORY ON THE BEAT

FASTEN YO SEAT WHIP FASTER THAN I COULD TAKE YO B

BIG ASS WOODS LIKE IM CHEECH LOWRIDER ON LEAN

BITCH IM SONIC WITH THE C.R.E.A.M. LIVIN HAPPY HOUR DREAMS

CASH RULES EREYTING SO I HAD TO TAKE MY SWING BY ALL MEANS

RIMS RIDING ALL CLEAN, STOCK ON THE 70S BEAM DRIVING LUX DEEMED

tender coral
#

I looked at my watch. yeah it gleamed.
So bright I could barely even see.
Like light mode on discord at night.
Bro I'll tell you how it's B.R.I.G.H.T.
Then I took my eyes off the watch.
And I got blinded by the light that I thought I fucking fought.
Anyways this was a joke (obviously)
I didn't try on what I wrote but I'm rocking this beat.
Doesn't look nice on you but good on me.
Drip just like my Yeezys.
Dropping bars all around,
Here and there, throughout town.
At your feet, at your crown, on your face. Now you're dead in the ground.
I told you bro, I'd drop it on your skull.
If you didn't go then you'd have to fuckin' fold.

tacit fossil
#

DANK PLEASE GO BACK TO CAPS ONLY, IT FR STRAININ A HOMIES EYES.

YOU DOPE AS HELL, YOU TYPE WELL, BUT FR, NO DISRESPECT:

I LIKE THE BARS BETTER WHEN THEY JUST CAPITALIZED

#

@undone flare

undone flare
#

BITCH ITS M.O.B. TIL I D.I.E. IN V.I.P. SMOKING CHERRY P.I.E. KNEE HIGH GEEKED REEK COUNTING SHEETS

#

TOP SHELF WITH THE REACH, AINT ROCK WITH 12 OR BENEATH, WE ONLY SMOKE YELL IF ITS REEF

#

FUCKIN WITH ME KEEP IT SHARP BENEATH THE SHEATH, FREAK BETWEEN THE SHEETS WITH YO MAIN B

#

I SEE WHY YOU SO ANGRY, LANGAUGE ANGUISHED, I SMASHED YO BOO SO DAINTY

#

JEWERLY INSIDE LIKE ITS RAINING
ARTIST FRESH OUT A PAINTING

#

BOY YO LINING NEEDS A SHAVING

#

STRIPES IN THEESE STREETS SHOULDER GOT CHIPS-AHOY CRAVING

undone flare
#

BIRD ON A WIRE FOR THIS
LOSING IT ALL IF I SLIP
TRIPLE CHECKIN THE LIST
COMING CORRECT WITH THE SHIT
FULLY EXTEND ON A KIT CHOPPA AIR OUT LIKE A VENT
DOCK ME WORK ON CELLAR POP ME A WRENCH
FUCK ON YO BITCH I KNOW SHE LEAVE HINT
FELLA WIT CHIPS NABISCO WITH THE MINT
RIDING WITH TINT JUST INCASE A OP SENT
CELLAR WITH CINDERELLA GETTIN IT IN
SHE GOT A GLASS SLIPPER NOW SHE ACTING A TEN
BADDIE FROM GHETTO SHE UNDERSTAND WORTH WHEN IT SPENT
KNOW IM THE MAN KEEP IT ONE OH OH SINCE

tender coral
#

Aye... yuh...
This is a free mode!
Freestyle!
I got rights to post
shit or go wild!
And to add on top of that
It's something that I made and strapped
down to the rap game
All so it could blow up just like grenades
Right in front of this big ol' parade.
I'm sorry bro
But I gotta hop on this beat like she hops my meat when she parties so
She could get attention
But that's not my mission.
I'm here to mention
Some random guy just like @lofty spear
Or the fact that I glisson
When I'm rapping facts or when I'm sinking swishes.

I'm pure gold when it comes to skills or flow.
Swing at me and I bet you I won't fold.
In fact imma stand there, lick my fingers and ask for more like some fat ass joke.
You'll see, I eat disses
Well and she does eat big dicks
As you can see there's a difference!
Popping back up from the ground like a cricket.
If I fall, then I stand back up and start bitchin'
At the one and only person who's hittin'
Now if you direct your vision on me with precision then I'll show you the true results of practice, ambition, the power of smacking and my thousands of writtens!

undone flare
#

DIS THE THANG THAT STARTED FROM MY DAYS
BITCH I AINT WORKIN THIS HARD FOR SECOND PLACE
CANT CHANGE THE WAY I THINK SO THEY HATE THE PAY I MAKE
BACKWOODS AND THE PLANK, KEEP IT JUST IN CASE

JUMP OUT THE COUPE STAY ON THE MOVE BEAT THE BLOCK WITH A ATTITUDE
SHOPPIN WITH CREW PRICE TO THE MOON FUCKIN UP THE LATTITUDE
RIDE LIKE A SADDLE USED DRACO SPIT AND CHEW THE AVENUE
GLASS HOUSE WATCH IT SHATTER SOON
BASSET HOUND TO THESE CATS IN ROOMS
BREAK DOWN THE BRICK WITH SOME GRATTITUDE,

BREAK DOWN THE BRICK TO A PEBBLE YOUNG SERVE EM WIT METAL
FOR THE DENERO A REBEL WITH PETROL
BRING HOME THE BACON BETTER LEGGO MY EGGO
THAT BITCH SHE SHAKING I HEAD OVE DRIVE LETS GO

undone flare
#

TIME OF MY LIFE I AINT WORRIED BOUT THAT
OUT FRONT WITH THE GAT AINT LETTIN IT SLAT
FORWARD ON THE CASH BAG FULL OF MASS
DUST OFF THE BASHED, TAKE A RIDE FOR MY WOADIES AINT HOLDING IT PAST

FRESH NEW COUPE FAST ON DASH
BESTED THEM NOW THEY MAD
BESTED THE BEST SMOOTH LIKE JAG
NO TREASON JUST ASK
COMMIN CORRECT ON THAT ASS FOR THE CASH

near spoke
#

take care of you,
for i know, how it feels, abandoned,

on my own, got to pay, with the bills,

don't want to be the man, to lay, your quilts

rather see you, alive, then in a casket with some silks,

take care of you,
for i know, how it feels,

don't see demons, reminiscing on the stilts, imma strategist,

walking through the maze, like, laby(r)inth,

got the vultures, in my head,
demons, aim to see me dead,
like he bled, aint dead, cause he fled,hope n' pray with my lead,
pops, with-no-texts, ex, triple, cheated, still showing, my respects,

got some problems in my past, tense, from all the drama, its common sense, Don't tell me what you hate, company is what I keep, solus, in my faith, demons like a leach, asking god, to keep the peace, told my mama, I'm a monster, got her running deep, say I gotta leave, with a textbook full of gs, wants, go and leave, brain, came to stay, mental, imma face, red scarred, like the scars, on his face, leave the earth, without a trace, darkness of this place, see you lost in outer space,

Get a bullet in my brain,

undone flare
#

AYE

#

NO FATHER THANK GOD FOR MY MAMA STREETS TAUGHT HER GOT ME TO PONDER.
WHEN ON THE COME UP THERES ROBBERS WHEN CHASIN COMMA FEEDERS ON THE BOTTOM
DOIN NUMBERS THEY SENDN GUNNAS RIDING
CHECKERED HOODS PEOPLE STARVING & DYING, & RICH PEOPLE DOING GOOD LIVING BESIDE EM
FORCED IN THE CLIMATE TO STRIDE WITH HEART OF A LION
DREADS SWING REPUTATION PUT ON LIFE OR DEATH ITS JUST TIMING

THIS IS SOUL SURVIVING PLOTTING TO MAKE IT OUT THIS HOLE IM RISING
TOWER HIGH LIKE VERIZON IN SKY, GLIDE WITH NO GUIDENCE, NO CONTEST NO PRIZES
CHOSE NOT TO LOATHE BY IT INSIDE A FIRE COULD RIOT BUT CHOSE TO KEEP QUIET.
LEARN AND DIGEST CAUSE LIFES A RACE OF WHO DIES NEXT

YOU DONT HAVE TO BUY IT, TUG AT MY COAT BIASED WOLF SHEEPS CLOTHES FANGS BITING
PURE IRON, BULL WITH THE WRITINGS, SEE EYE TO EYE ON THE RIGHT ENDS
CHAMP BELT ON ORYAN, WHY YOU TRYING? THERES NO TYE IN WITH DANK PUT A END TO YO SHIT LIKE THA MAYANS
CHAIN ON POISIDON AND YO BITCHES BREATH NEED SOME TRIDENT

#

YOU AND YO CREW PULL UP 4 OF THEM BOYS RUN AWAY YELLING "WHY DOES IT HAVE TO BE HIM!!!!"

tender coral
#

I'm so tired.
Liter-ally inspired
To fall asleep unwired.
I'm in dire need of fire
To wake me up and feed my hyper
Active mindscape
That's empty rn like a Thanos-snapped highway.
But either way
I'm going 90 'cause it's my lane.
My rap
My game
My crap
My flames.
I get to choose if it's your or my day.
But sometimes I choose the latter
'Cause I don't give a fuck like nothing matters.

So anywho... My rap is ending.
I dropped some good bars and now I'm fin-ishing.
Kind of like how I did on yo girl like I'm creepy.
No, I'm your fiend but you can't see me
Like a ghost
But a ghost who told
Everyone that he's kinda sleepy.

undone flare
#

WONT SETTLE FOR LESS
METAL ON TECH WE RUMBLE ITS RUBBLE DONT PULL ME TO TEST
I LEVEL THE BET, SPACE SHUTTLE THE CHECK, LIKE SPACE X, SIGNED MY NAME NEXT TO THE X,
SHOVEL THAT MESS THEY DIG ON THE TRACK THEY AIM AT MY BACK CAUSE IM HARDER TO MISS
ELEPHANT BIG THE STAR BIGHTER FROM DISTANCE IM CRISP WITH THE SHIFT,
MOVE SILENT IN MIST STEPHEN KING PENMANSHIP WITH THE SPIT
STAY WITH THE SHIT LIKE LAXATIVE STIMULATIVE ALWAYS MINT
UPLIFT AND COMMENCE ROLLED AND ITS DENSE CAUSE ITS TENSE IN THE TRENCH'LL CAUSE DENT
WALK WIT THAT STICK LIKE I BROKE A HIP, YOU COULD SAY GRAMPS GOT SEVERAL HITS
FOR EACH SCAR LIVED, A NEW DEFENSE DONT TRY ME BITCH LIVED 3 TIMES GIVED
GROW UP STRAIGHT OUT THE WOMB CANT BE A KID LEARN THE BIZZ OR GET YOUR SHIT SPLIT
LIFES WHAT YOU MAKE IT
HOMIE GET PAINTED HOLLOWS REALLY BE TRACING
HUNGRY WITH BACON THATS DEADLY COMBINATION

#

AND YO BIIIIIIIITCH IS ORGASM FAKING (BITCH)

sly spindle
#

Do not play when it comes to my reach
Iā€™ll stick to ya like a leech

Someone next bar

tender coral
undone flare
#

WHIP OUT THE POT, WHIPPIN THE POT ON EXTRA
WALLET NUTTY PROFESSOR YES SIR GRIND KEEP TIGH SCHEDULE (HUH!!!)
FUCK UP THE CASH THEN IT ON RESIRECTUAL (MOVE!!!)
STICK TO DA CODE MIGHT OF WROTE THE MANUAL (HUH!!!)
COLD LIKE OPEN WINDOW HAMMER NAILING WITH AMMO
BIG WHALE LIKE SHAMU ,SPLASH WITH RACKS TO HAND THROUGH
GET THATS JACKSONS SAMUEL, FAT RACKS ON SHOW AND TELL LIKE BAND SCHOOL
BENTLY TRUCK CANDY PAINT RED GET ANTS MOVED
SPIT LIKE DROUGHT IN CANCOON YOU MORE LIKE NATIONAL LAMPOON

THIRTY THOU ON A "WATCH"... MY "TIME" MEANS ALOT!
WHIPPIN THE TOP FOR THEM KNOTS, BIG ENDS ON MY LOCKS
POP A CHOPPA LEAVE A BOPPER HOPPIN FROM THE SPOT DONT MATTA YOU GOT IT OR NOT
SLIPPIN WITH IT CAUSE FRICTION FISHING WHIP FISH TAILING BENZ TIPPIN LOTTS
WE DIFFERENT IMAGE LOOK TOPSY TIPSY SPINNING IM LIVING AND MAKIN A KILLIN JUST STOP
WE NOT THE SAME I DO BIG THANGS FOR THE GUAP, GREY THUNDERSTORM BENZ RAININ ON BLOCK
IM SHINING, AND U THINK U IS DIAMOND IN ROUGH JUST GIVE IT UP
PRESSURE COOKED STUFF WAY I GREW ROUGH,
WONT ODE BY NO BOOK AINT IN COURT WIT THE JUDGE
TOO STUBBORN FOR PLUG NEED THE BEST TO SMOKE PUFF

sly spindle
undone flare
tender coral
undone flare
tulip kelp
#

Hi pretty bitch itā€™s me again
(GREED is at the door)
Itā€™s that nigga dropping bands
(Nomad to the core)
Say you want to love again
Lemme show you to my mans
He single, ready and got a chance

Hey little witch
I see your lit
I guess Iā€™ll be your starter kit
Lemme see you pop your shit
get down low and drop your ship
Show us all your party trick
Oh you say youā€™re shy bitch?
Lemme fix ya shy tick
I ainā€™t talking about lobotomy
But my dick can be your ice pick

tulip kelp
undone flare
#

IM THE GRIM REAPER, YO BITCH IS A DICK KEEPER A LEECH HEAR HER DIRTY SPEAK ON THE SPEAKER

#

HOES AT MY CONCERT ^

undone flare
#

RIDING WITH EMBERS I POP AT PRETENDERS YUH
SLIDE AND I END YA GOT HEART LIKE IM SIMBA YUH
YOU LOOKIN FOR DINNER YOU END UP IN BLENDER YUH
SLIMING A SKIMMER SCAM FOR THE CHEDDAR YUH ($CAMMIN!!!!

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NAME IN THE BANTER, NAIL YO ASS HAMMER YUH
SPLASH LIKE A DAM AND YO BITCH POP LIKE FANTA YUH
SHE POP THAT PUSSY ON CAMERA YUH
SLIDE LIKE A MANTA YUH

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HERE DO DAMAGE, BITCH IM ON IT RIDE LIKE PUBLIC TRANSIT
GRIND MY FEET PLANTED YUH NOTHING WAS EVER HANDED
YOUNG IN CUT NO BANDAGE WAS BROKE NO BREAD FOR SANDWHICH
DREAMT FOR HIGHER STANDERS NOW I TELL THEM HOES CAN IT AND SCRAM BITCH
CHECKS ON OUTLANDISH USED TO DISS NOW HATERS ANGUISH MY PLANNINGS
THEY THOUGHT I NEEDED HEAD EXAM SO SICK WITH IT FAM
BRANDISH THEM BANDS IF WE SHOOK HANDS, NEWS WOULD TAKE THE CLOUT AND AIR IT RAN

tender coral
undone flare
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IM ONLY SIGNIN A CHECK YUH
IM ONLY SIGNIN A CHECK YUH
IM ONLY MINDING MY MESS DONT CARE ENOUGH TO JUDGE YOU BOUT YO SHIT
SIGNIN A CHECK SPITTIN DOPE LIKE A RX SCRIPT

AMC WITH THE GUEST, YES, TOO MANY HOES CANT GUESS
TWO EAR TO THE STREET KEEP IT IN CHECK WITH THE VETS
BLUE CLEAR CUTLASS COUPE STRAIGHT TO JET
REDEYE FLIGHT SKY WAITRESS SMOKING TOP DECK (ACE!!)
ILL TEST YOU FIRST WITH RESPECT, PROVING ME WRONG GET UPSET
BITCH COME CORRECT MOVIN SO FAST IF I MISTAKE ITS A WRECK
STREETS HAVE A CODE YOU DONT BREAK THE CONTRACT

IM ONLY SIGNIN A CHECK YUH
IM ONLY SIGNIN A CHECK YUH
IM ONLY MINDING MY MESS DONT CARE ENOUGH TO JUDGE YOU BOUT YO SHIT
SIGNIN A CHECK SPITTIN DOPE LIKE A RX SCRIPT

PACK IS ON FAT, STEVE HARVEY WITH THE DRUG 'STASH IT ON GAS
BOYS TALKING DOWN ILL OUTLAST, WHIPPIN I REVVIN IT PAST SMOOTH MOVE ON THE DASH
KEEP SOME CHROME LIKE FROM MAS*H, THEY KNOW I KEEP BAGS AND THE BOY HAS BEEN BAD
SPIDER FORCE TRADED THE JAG, EVEN IF MY SWAG WAS MISMATCHED TMZ COULDNT BASH

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MAMA FUCKING WITH DANK SHE KNOW THE 5 STAR RANK YUH
KEEP THAT STICK LIKE PLANK NAIL YO ASS NO FADE HUH
BLUE FRESH INK HUNNEDS BRIDGE LIKE GOLDEN GATE DUH!
I AINT WEARING BAPE AND NO BITCH I DONT VAPE SHUSH
ONLY SMOKE THAT GAS CIGAR ROLLED SITTIN SUEDE YUH

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KEEPIN THAT PLANK LIKE IM JOHNNY HUH!!!
IN YO GIRL RIDING HER POONANI
SPLASHIN MY JEWELRY TSUNAMI
BIG SALAMI GODFATHER AT THE DELI WITH THE PASTRAMI

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KEEP THAT KNIFE JUST IN CASE SHIT GET CHOPPY

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PAPARATZI WANT TO SEE IF MY DICK IS BALD LIKE A NEO NAZI

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TELL EM IM NOT KANYE BITCH, SLAPPED HIS RIBS UPPERCUT ALL IN HIS VERSACE

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IT WAS FAKE AND HE WAS YELLING DONT ROB ME

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HIS GIRLFRIEND THEN JUMPED IN MY CAR BESIDE ME READY TO RIDE ME!!!

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GRABBED THAT BITCH BY THE WEAVE THREW HER SCREAMED "HIYA BITCH!!!" LIKE I KNOW KARATE

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MADE MY OWN SOUND EFFECTS AS I KICKED HIS PATNA OUT STOMPING
"KAAAABOOOOOOOOM BITCH!!!" SUNG IT LIKE SOMETHING POPPY

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VOICE SO GOOD SOUND LIKE SOMETHING FROM RADIOS TOP 3

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BLONDE HOES SAY THEY GOT ME, BRUNETTES GET WET AND ROCK ME, REDHEADS CANT SPOT ME, AND BROKE HOES WANT MY KNOTS SIEZED

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SLAM YO HOT JAPANESE THOT LIKE SAKE, RIDE THAT ASS HOPPING

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RING RING ACCIDENTLY LEFT MY TRAP PHONE LEFT WITH YOUR MIDDLE SCHOOL OFFSPRING, HE MADE 10 BANDS IN ONE OFFERING

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HIT THE GAS BUT NEVER COUGHIN

sly spindle
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holy shit cuh you needs 2 hop on the mix

undone flare
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SYRUP IN THE "BIG RED, DAWG" CALL ME CLIFFORD
SAWED OFF ON SWIVEL I POP HOPE YOUR NIMBLE
SMASH 2 BADDIES ONE CAUGHT IN THE MIDDLE
OTHER SPEAK FOREIGN THAT SHIT BE A RIDDLE
SAW CHANNELLE SHE WANT SEED LIKE FENNEL
BLACK DIAMONDS ON KIMBO ATTRACT NYMPHO
ALL HUNNEDS NO SINGLES IN THE BLACK REAGAL
CRAWL TRENCH HAD TO GET UP, REAL PAIN GOT BITTER
C.R.E.A.M. SWEETEN IMA STAY UP, NO SLEEP NO CARE
DUNK BOY NO LAY UP, YO BITCH LAID UP NO MAKE UP
OLD SOUL LIKE SOME MOTOWN FLAIR
DREADS LONG GROWN OUT HAIR
BEND HOES LIKE STAIRS FOLD HOES NOT QUEER
RACKS FROM CARREER GOT NOTHING TO SPARE
WHAT I WEAR IS RARE NEW NOT A TEAR
DONT SMOKE GREY AREA, FUCK HEMP NEED SOMETN FROM BAY AREA
BALL TIL GREY HAIR MONEY IN THE BOX TIL BURIAL

near spoke
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im still trying to find a way to build,

a lack of faith,

how much it takes,

To be brave.. when all the earth shakes,

kill my appetite, murdered-by, all the snakes,

seen the changes that I make,

ain't-never gonna break,

for these demons, like, to hate,

lay back, be replaced,

world of fakes, leave you, whenever you make your first mistakes,

it comes in tidal waves, never be erased

built to be chained,

out of sight,

im no longer ashamed,

dark side of the canvas, that I paint,

I think I found myself in a puddle of blood,

I do what I can, my mind can no longer be contained,

deserted, i can't remember the breaks,

So what, I made some mistakes,

founded my path, i was forced to make,

suffer-under-the-fate,

caught up,

That's why I walk, like-im-in space,

just like the gods, i should embrace,

one from the grave

the lord tends to replace,

innocence of the heart,

shall not, forget the day,

When will i walk away,

tears raining down my face,

I needed some healing, just to get back to my faith,

let the devil erase,

Never forgot, where my people were raised,

On the block, dead, wished souls could be saved,

So tell me how it tastes,

is fame really better, then your family,

been stuck in your ways,

learned from you,

cut from a cloth, that repped braids,

don't wanna see, another person reach, the pearly gates,

hate to see, suffering for the love, all fades,

rest in peace, have the rest of my heart, for it aches,

Sometimes I wonder, if I lost many times, should I still pray for a place,

live in the land of the brave,

They live in the land of the saved,

home of the free and the mind of a slave,

Where the innocent is caged,

undone flare
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BITCH I AM THE MAN
BITCH I AM THE MAN
BITCH I AM THE MAN
BITCH I AM THE MAN

UH FUCK IT UP
STUNT HANGIN WITH BLUNT PUFFIN SKUNK (GAS!!!)
REAL ONE NOT A SUCKER PUNCH
SQUARE UP IF SOMETHNS UP WALK WITH THAT STICK LIKE A CRUTCH AND LUNGE
2 BAD BITCHES ONE ON ONE HIT IT LIKE DRUMS
WALLET ON BABY BUMP,
EVERY THING GRAVY HUH
WRIST SPENT ABOUT 80 YUH
BLUE ROLLS LIKE JAY Z YUH
ROLLIN FLOWERS AINT PUSHIN NO DAISES LORD
SUN YALL BOYS LIVIN ALL SHADY HUH
SWAG DRIPPIN BRIGHT LIKE WET PAINTING YUH
POP A TOP LIKE IM DICK CHENEY YUH
I GO GET IT BIG CASH IM OBTAINING YUH
WAVING MAKING MY OWN LANE AND IT RAINING (CASH!!!),
KNEW I WOULD MADE IT ALWAYS HAD BITCH BOYS HATING (HUH!!!)
LOOK AT ME NOW I MADE IT
AINT ONE FOR MARRIAGE, IT JUST GRIND FOR THAT CASH AND DONT NEED TO SHARE IT

undone flare
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BITCH I WAS AN ORPHAN AND YO BITCH THINK SHE IMPORTANT
SMOKIN ON THAT POTENT STAYIN HIGH ABOVE THE RODENTS
WHIP IS FULLY LOADED KNOW IM ROLLIN ROLLER COASTIN
CHAIN ON SUPER SOAKIN SUMMER SURFIN PUSHIN MOTION
DIAMONDS ON BIG CLOCK FACE LIKE IM FLAVA FLAV IN THE OPEN
PAVED THE WAY TO A PAYDAY MAJOR PLAY CASH ON GROWN MAN.

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WE AINT GOIN BACK TO THAT
HUMBLE BEGINING CRAWLING WITH APETITE
BOUGHT ME NEW TENNIES DANCE ON YOUR GRAVE BITCH SEE U IN AFTERLIFE (PUSSY!)
RAP SO TIGHT COULD UNROBE A DYKE HIT IT ONCE FOR THE NIGHT LEFT ON THE LIGHT

urban flint
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UH HUHHH

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TALK TO EM

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LEFT ON THE LIGHT NIGGA WHATšŸ”„

undone flare
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KEEP A PACK MAN, CALL ME PAC-MAN, GAS ROLLED A ROUND
PUFFIN THE CLOUDS IM NOT COMIN DOWN
UNDERGROUND WITH BIG "SOUND", THO BE DIGITAL/DOLBY DIGITAL, NOW HOES WANNA "SURROUND"
PUSHIN IT PAST WHAT THEY THOUGHT AT FIRST SHOWN OH WE EATIN NOW?
GOLD LINES WATCH ME REACH THE CROWD??
AINT BANGIN BUT RED ANTS WE MARCHIN UP THE MOUND??
BIG BLOOD HOUND SNIFFIN CASH ON THE CITY GROUND ?
GOLDEN CHILD CASH GOT ME RUNNING THAT GREEN MILES

undone flare
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BIG "STINGER" GIVE THE RINGER KEEP THAT "J CLAW" (TOOL!)
SPREAD A REDBONE SMOOTH LIKE SOME MAWHAW
TIC TOC CHASIN STARS? BITCH DONT QUIT YO DAY JOB
IM THE ALPHA SO YOU BETA/BETTER DO WAT I CAME FOR (BETTER DO IT BITCH!!)
CARDIGAN SWAG LIKE YA GRANDPA AND THEY HATE MORE
CADDILAC WITH YO BITCH YOU GOIN STAG I RIDE 2 DOOR
"BABY", WITH THE WORK I GO HARD LABOR LIKE GAVE BIRTH

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FOR THE PAPER I SCRAPE EARTH

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YOUNGIN GON MAKE IT WORK
FACE IN THE DIRT FOR TIS PAY AND PERKS
FACED WITH WHAT COULD GET U MERCED, TRUTH ON MY FACE NEVER SHOWN WHEN IT HURT
CUT EM DEEP LIKE A SLUR THEN GON KNOW MY WORTH
ROSE ABOVE SCARS BATTLE TOUGH BEEN THROUGH THE WORST
HATE TO SEE A MAN GET SERVED, BUT THEY LOVE TO SEE A MAN GET CURSED

undone flare
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WELL DAMN, NEVER BEYOND SCARED TO FAIL, HOP OUT FOR THE OCCASION DRESSED TO KILL FOR THE SALE
PLEATUES OF UNREAL LAND WHERE DREAMS GET FILLED. TOP OF THE FOODCHAIN WITH SEALS PREPARED

HOES CROPPIN AT THE SEAMS FOR WHAT HE GOT IN THE JEANS (BANDS!!)
MOCK IS IN THEY REGIME, HATING OBVIOUSLY WHILE IM HOPPIN DESOATE A.M. STREETS AVOIDIN THE MACHINE
HE COULDA BEEN POPPED AT THE KNEE, BUT THE K' BEELINED TO HIS DOME PIECE AND IM STUCK HOLDIN THE HEAT
THOSE MAKING WAVES PLEASE, YOUR WIND CAN BLOW ME,
BEEN STRATEGIC WITH MY MOVES EVEREY STEP PLANNED APPROPRIATELY
SHIT GO ACCORDINGLY HOW IT SUPPOSED TO BE,
BIG MAN NO PODIUM WATCHIN OVER MY PEOPLE, THIS AINT A SHOW TO SEE
FROM THE BEGGININ OF TIME COMPETITION AND PREDATORS ROAMED FOR FEED
GOTTA GET A PIECE OF MINE NO MATTER THE COST OF THE DEED
FOR THE TEAM CARRY THE FLAG NEW HEIGHTS TRACKED ON LEAD
FOR A DIME, TAKE A CRACK AT IT FOR THE SLEEVES

undone flare
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NEW DAY, FIND A WAY SHIT WAS A CLOSE SHAVE
STREETS PAVED TO PAY AND SOME LOOSE CHANGE,
NEVER SEEKED BLAME,SCRUFF IN THE CUT ALL I HAD WAS MY NAME
CLIMBED FROM THE DRAIN FROM THE GUTTER AND RAIN
GRIME IN MY MANE SPRANG STRAIGH OUT THE LIONS DEN
PLACE WHERE U CAN GET GUTTED ITS TIRING, KEEPIN ONE EYE OVER HAND ON THE IRON WHEN TRYING TO SURVIVE NEVER KNOWIN YOUR TIMES STRIDE COULD BE CLIPPED FROM YOUR PRIME IN THEESE TIMES THEY TURN A BLIND EYE
YALL GOT SHIT MIXED UP LIKE MAI TAI
FOLLOWING UNWISE ADVICE RADIO RAPPERS SPITTIN SCI FI
THEY SAY THEY "FLY" BITCH IM "HOW HIGH"
THEY SAY THEY RIDE BUT WONT CROSS TIES,
CASH CONNECT ON WIFI NO "TRIPPIN" NO "FUNGI"
BAD BITCH CAKE ON BUNDT WITH THE THEIGHS
YELLOW DIAMONDS DONE GROWN BIGGER IN SIZE YOUNG ENTERPRISE PULL UP LIKE SUNRISE
SHIT IT GO SUNNY SIDE UP SOMETIMES, GRIND TIL FINE WINE BITCH ITS CRUNCH TIME

undone flare
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FEAR NOTHIN PUSH COME TO SHOVIN IM KNUCKLE UPPIN NEVER FUCKING BALL AND TUCKING
MADE SOMETHING FROM NOTHING NEVER BLUFFIN KEEP IT 100 REAL IN THE STUFFING
RIPE FOR THE PLUCKING HEN WAS A 10 THEN I SMASHED IN HOLE BIG LIKE I STOLE A OVEN SHOVE IT UP IT
RAPPERS TALKIN TOUGH LIKE THEY MAG DUMPIN, THEY AINT MAD BUSTIN
HOW CAN THEY GRAB WHAT THEY TUCKIN? BITCH YOU CANT EVEN GRASP THIS COMMENT
DOUBLE UP ON THE FISTICUFFS DENT AND SCUFF TAKE EM ALL AT ONCE THEY CAN UP IT
SHUFFLE IN THE SHUTTLE HIGH WITH COMBUSTABLES YO MAIN BITCH HOPIN I CUFF IT

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NAH, FOREST GUMPIN IT. NOT TOWARDS JENNIE, BUT DIRECTION ON OPPOSITE

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PENTHOUSE LOFT, BITCH GOT LARA CROFT BIG TITS
FROST BIT NECK 1/1 LOAFERS NO KICKS
CLEAN AND FRESH RED DIAMONDS ON TWIST MINTY PEPPERMINT WITH THE DRIP
HATERS HOPIN I LOSE MY SHIT WAY THEY SEARCHIN FOR KID
CONFIDENT IN THE PROCESS HAD TO GIVE EM THE SLIP

hollow salmon
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I used to hide behind a shield that I would wield called pride.
Its saved me from being cut by a sharp pain a countless amount of times.
But its starting to show its wear and lose its shine due to the strikes
I used to view its ability to protect me as a strength in this fight.
But when I put it down to my side and face mother natures blade I realized,
I move freely and avoid her strike's in more effective ways without its weight to restrict my stride.

undone flare
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MY CAR GRUMPY LISTEN TO ENGINE RUMBLE
MAKE BIG BONES; DINO, BIG STONES LIKE BARNEY RUBBLE
HIGH IN THE SHUTTLE COULDNT SEE ME WITH THE HUBBLE
HUMBLE WITH THE GUMBO (POT!!!)
RAMBO THIS THAT SOUTHERN GUN SHOW
SUBTLE TO THE DUMB HOES, HIT IT THEN HUSH CLOSED
JEWELRY RUSSIAN SPLASHIN LIKE I STRAIGHT DOVE
TIL WE MAKE O'S TELL THE FAKE ONES TO HEAD HOME
TIL THE DAY GONE GET MY OWN TAKE WHAT SHOWN
DRACO MAKE GROWN CRAWL BACK IN WOMB

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HIGH NOON BLACK CADDILLAC PARKED AT THE SALOON
6 SHOOTS, LIQOUR TIPS, BOOTS STOMP YOU OUT WITH CREWS

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YO BITCH GOT SOME ASS SHOWED ME THE DARK SIDE OF THAT MOON
CASH OVER ROOF, RUCKUS GREW FROM THE HOOD TO CHOOSE HOUSE WITH POOL

devout bramble
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I just wanted to have cool everything, have my own million zeros blah blah
Don't give in to the wolves, catch the wine bae, today I want to have the element blah blah
Today it's a pic because you know it's my pitstop, I prefer to drink it for blah blah
I do hip hop, but disco for them, you know, young millionaire blah blah blah

I just wanted to have it all
I just wanted a million ej
I just wanted not to disappear
Today it's blah blah blah for me
I just wanted to have it all
I just wanted a million ej
I just wanted not to disappear
Today it's blah blah blah for me

Everything here tastes like cash, and to others it tastes like mold, wow
Bull is not a jacket, it's a tracksuit
Nice tracksuit, don't teach me, son, what flex means
Don't teach me, son, what it means to have
I haven't found a dick in cheetos, so I'm not giving it to just any pussies
I'm tired of this pitos run
Today I put myself into expression early
The good guys are waiting for the sentence
I can only talk helplessly about them, you know
They will still go out for wine (ej)
I'm trying not to die here, you know
Like everyone else, I shoot my pinkie
Whenever a smile can't do it, brother, there's always a coin of cash
People live like that, the world is cruel
The next one will tell you that people are whores
Put the rap icons on your desktop
Leave my buddies alone

I just wanted to have cool everything, have my own million zeros blah blah
Don't give in to the wolves, catch the wine bae, today I want to have the element blah blah
Today it's a pic because you know it's my pitstop, I prefer to drink it for blah blah
I do hip hop, but disco for them, you know, young millionaire blah blah blah

I just wanted to have it all
I just wanted a million ej
I just wanted not to disappear
Today it's blah blah blah for me
I just wanted to have it all
I just wanted a million ej
I just wanted not to disappear
Today it's blah blah blah for me

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Hey hey
They tell me what to do here again
With homies ballin ej
With the same squad forever as Kobe ej (forever as Kobe)
I do se ballin (I do se ballin)
I do not look at my feet, the graves beneath me
I'm flying like a car, I'm going sick, you know
Clones around me, algae still burning
Me in hand with a joint
Don't stick to my faces
Because someone else will cut your wallet
Every rapper is already doing fashionable
And I just don't want anything anymore
Finally, I live peacefully
Tera can go out for one thing
Mordo tell me who has that style?
Young blascior , new gentleman, I'm going to the city to drink
Mordo tell me who has that style?
Young blascior new maiden, today I live like no one else

I just wanted to have cool everything, have my own million zeros blah blah
Don't give in to the wolves, catch the wine bae, today I want to have the element blah blah
Today it's a pic because you know it's my pitstop, I prefer to drink it for blah blah
I do hip hop, but disco for them, you know, young millionaire blah blah blah

I just wanted it all
I just wanted a million ej
I just wanted not to disappear
Today it's blah blah blah for me
I just wanted it all
I just wanted a million ej
I just wanted not to disappear
Today it's blah blah blah for me

undone flare
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YEAH BITCH
BALLIN ON YO DODGE NEON, BIG BRAIN ON CRANG
YO BITCH CAME OVER, SHE GOIN BED, BATH, AND BEYOND!! (DAM!!!)
DROPPIN DEEZ RAX LIKE A BOND
THEESE STACKS I STAND ON'LL PIE YO PECAN,
GON SLICE U SOME CRUMBS, BROKE BOY U A BUM
YO OLE LADY TOOK THIS DICK, Y U AT HOME WISHING FOR FUNDS?
Y U SMELL LIKE RUM AND IT 6 IN DA MORN?
SET IT STRAIGHT LIKE PERM, SHOUT 2 BIG WORM
LURING BUT ASSURE EM THE BURNER SEND EM HIT CURB
DEE NIGGAS BEEN TURN, STAB IN YO BACK 2 EARN
SNITCH HE GET HIT N SEE BIRDS,
FLEXING ALL HATERS CAN DO IS OBSERVE
IT ABSURD WENT FROM MISSING MEALS TO EATING HORDERVES OFF A FINE BITCHES CURVES
DIAMONDS DRIPPIN, SURGING WHEN DOORS LIFTIN,
COUPE DOORS SUICIDAL, WHO WOULD MISS HIM?
SO TRUE WITH DIS SHIT, MY RELIGION.
GIVIN DA BIDNESS FLEXIN LIKE I LOOKED RIPPED BITCH (I DO!!)
COUPE FUTURISTIC, SMOKE ON "MYSTIC" (GAS!!)
ALL GREEN LIKE LIEUTENANT,
THIS SHIT IS MINT AND I MEANT IT (BITCH!!)
SPLASH LIKE A SPIGOT ON YO BIG BITCH

undone flare
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WAY SPIT YOU SWEAR IT WAS WRITTEN
THIS OFF THE CHEST N I GOT YO BITCH SMITTEN
TAKE THE AWARDS N CUT OFF THE RIBBONS
POP ME A TAG AND YO BITCH GIVIN ATTENTION
IM FRESH WITH THE FITNESS LIKE GYM MEMBERSHIP
IM ON IT REGAURDLESS BIG CHECKS WITH MY PENMANSHIP
IN THE COUPE SO HIGH DO NOT GIVE NO SHITS BOUT YOU OR YO BITCH OR YO KIDS
HOES BE ON SOCIAL MEDIA PISSED, I COULD CARE LESS HOW YALL LIVE!
IM ON MY OWN SHIT JUST BALLIN NO FENCE
FLAWLESS WITH THE GIFT WAY I SPIT IS RAW NO MATTER WHAT BEEF GET MINCED

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RAMP UP TILL M'S
CAMP HEAT WITH THE EXTEND
COUPE COOL WIND RAYBANDS JAMMIN SOLJA SLIM
USED TO FUCK WITH TIMBS TIL THEY STARTED A TREND
CAMP CRYSTAL JASON (JAYS ON) JORDANS WHO HIM?

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FRESH PAINT AND SOME TINT, BLUNT ROLL LIKE A BLIMP, DUCKING 12 LISTENIN TO HOOD HYMMS,
USED TO ALWAYS BLEND NO MATTER WHAT SET IM IN
DONT CROSS MINE RECCOMEND WE STAY OFF LINES NO TIME FOR THEM
SIZABLE DIFFERENCE
DYNASTY DEEP IN MY BLOOD THE SWORD WAS GIVEN
GET IT HOW U LIVIN, BEG FOR LORDS FORGIVING
FORCED TO BE FORMED FROM RUPTURED CITIES,
NO PLACE LIKE IT HELL AND CEMETARY
MILK THIS SHIT BEEN ON DAIRY
THEY FELT THIS DICK WEATHER SOLO, SINGLE, MARRIED

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RED DIAMONDS ON CRANBERRY SMOKIN MARY JANE BERRIES

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TELL YO HOE TO FETCH AND IT BURIED
TEAM I CARRY USED TO DUFFLE BAG OUT THE AIRWAY
BACKPACKERS SPITTIN FACTS ON FAIR PLAY
THATS THEM OLD DAYS GLAD THOSE O.GS FOUND SOME PEACE FROM HEARSAY

undone flare
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THEY FED
KEEP A BAD BITCH GOIN CRAZY IN THE HEAD LIKE K-FED
LIVE BY THE SWORD LIKE A TROJAN HORSE NO LATEX
I CHOOSE AND TAKE IT, JUST LIKE YO BITCH DID
GRIND TIL I MAKE IT; PURE PATIENCE 10 TOES DOWN TEY CANT SAY SHIT!
GETTIN TO THE CHIPS EVERY CRUMB OF THE SHIT LIKE RAVENS
YUH BOY FLY THATS WHY HATERS SWEATIN' AND PEDESTRIAN PACING.
COOKIN NO APRON, MAIN BITCH A 10 DO HER OWN THING TRUE RELATION
STAYIN DEDICATED (YUP!!) CANT FUCK WITH BACON (NOPE!!)
5 IS UNEVEN THEY AIMIN WHEN YA AINT GOT A WEAPON (DAM!!)
12 STAY AHEAD SO SOME STAY 2 STEPPIN (THEY DO!!)
REAL ONES LEARNED THE LESSON, TAUGHT IT TO THEIR BRETHREN
NOTHER DAY BREATHIN BOY YOU BETTA COUNT YO BLESSIN
PENT UP WITH AGGRESSION AND THE HUNGER KEEP U GUESSIN
DONT FEEL GUILT FROM WHAT YOU BUILT IT GETS THE BEST OF EM
REAL G STAY COLD (COLD)
JUICE ON DOLE (DOLE)
ROLLIE GOLD, FOLD PAPER BACK LIKE BARNS AND NOBLES (HUH!!!)
YOUNG AND NOBLE KEEP THE STICK IT AINT TO SHOW BOAT (NAH!!)
SHEPARD GUIDE MY PEOPLE SEE THO NOT ONE LEFT OWED

hasty ivy
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appears

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DANK BIGGEST OPP JUST ARRIVED

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Dank youā€™re just like peppa pig the way you chatterbox
Shut the fuck up stupid bitch, you type all cap cause your so loud
I fuck your bitch, weā€™ve got 11 kids it is a full house (Loud House, Full House)
My bars make quit your yapping, say bye toodles like like Mickey Mouse
Donā€™t underestimate my flipping wordplay I know you have your doubts
Its been a while and now Iā€™m back, We are DankK, we buss it down
You stupid joker your a clown, like fresh beat band you hear my sound
Give you Gunna two choices drip or drown
Well Guess what? Iā€™m finna pick for you
Just like that Whitney you finna drown (Houston)

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@undone flare

undone flare
# hasty ivy Dank youā€™re just like peppa pig the way you chatterbox Shut the fuck up stupid b...

YOU DAMN RIGHT I "PEPPA PIGS", WITH THE SHOTTY I STRAIGHT SHOOT YA! (POW BITCH!!)
MY KUSH FROM "FARM" GO "PEPPERIDGE", MAKE YO THOTTY SUCK "6" LIKE A "SHOOTER" (THOT!!)
YO LAZY BITCH FETCH MY BEVERAGE, SLOPPY SHE SUCK DICK RIDE LIKE UBER
YO HOES FACE GET KARATE DICK SLAP , HOWS THAT FOR FLIPPING IT BACK?
GAVE HER THAT KUNG FU RUNNING START THREW THAT DICK IT BROKE HER BACK
WITH YOU ITS MEOW MEOW WITH ME THE CASH YAP YAP,
BIG MONEY STACKED WONT STOP HOLLARIN OUT THHAT BAG YEA
CAPTILIZED SO BIG IT FLOW CAPS WHEN I TYPE ON COMPUTER CHAT
IMA CLOWN WITH THE RACKS LAUGHIN TO THE BANK STRAIT FROM YO GIRLS KAT
ALL DIS CHEESE ATTRACT THESE RATS BAD, IS THAT WHY YO ASS DECLARE OP I AINT SAID THAT
MY LEVEL OF FLEX IS JORDAN OFF THE NET
YOU? KEY AND PEELE SKIT,
MAKING OG'S SPILL THEIR SIP FROM LAUGHING AT YO WHIP IT DRIPS
BTBTBTBTTOOWWW!!! PICK UP THE HAMMER; TOO LEGIT TO QUIT

SPANK ON YO HOE LIKE IM POOTIE TANG
CHAIN HANGIN SO LOW SHE DIDNT NOW THAT IM TOP THO AND TALKED OF
KNOCKED THE NACHO OUT YO BITCHES TONSILES IN THE TAHOE
SPEED UP WHEN I GOT THROAT
DIAMONDS MAKE YO HOE ELOPE, FALL IN LOVE SHE FLOAT
LEFT POCKET BIG DOPE, RIGHT POCKET IF U WANT SMOKE TOTE BIGGER THAN HUNT DOE
HUNTING DOUGH WHILE ROLLIN UP THE DRO AND YO BITCH WASHING WITH SOAP

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SMASHED YO BITCH, BUT DID I WANT HER? ... HMMM... WELLL.... NOPE!!!

hasty ivy
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I got violated

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After this I can never rap again šŸ˜­

tacit fossil
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you brought it on yourself tbh

hasty ivy
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ong I did

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my vocalbulary too limited for all this

tender coral
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Flames.
Anger.
Mixed up, messy colors like a drunk painter.
If anger's messy colors from a painter spitting drunken banter then I'm Leonardo Da Vinci with a shit load of some cancer.
I guess what I'm trying to say is-
I feel like a wildfire attempting to hydrate shit.
Two things that don't go together.
Fire doesn't make water and explaining anger is not any better.
It's more of a feeling.
Not touch.
Not taste.
No comprehension even if you made a deal with me.
So go home after reading my reflection
I'm giving off to you so you could see the proof of my happy thought ejections.

undone flare
undone flare
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USED TO KEEP A BAG DIME IN MY LOCKERS,
A BAD DIME LAYIN IN MY BOXERS
BLACK DIAMONDS SET IN OFFSET
NOT DRESSIN FROM DRAW ITS NEW UP
NEED A BITCH WITH A BUTT ANDA BAD STRUT

A REAL ONE KNOW YOU FEELIN IT BABY
DIAMONDS STRAY SWING BUT U AINT REELIN EM BABY
IN THE STREET NO ONE ELSE IS AS REAL AS HIM BABY
BEEN LETDOWN WHEN I WAS DATIN THEESE HOES THEY BE PLAYIN

STICK TO THE SCRIPT IT ALL GRAVY
BEATIN THE POT LIKE A OLD LADY
SPIT FLAME OFF THE TOP OF MY HEAD LIKE IM HADES
YOUNG RICH AND FADED SMOKIN CALIFORNIA GRAPAGE
GET MY WEED OFF THE VINE STAY SMOKIN THE LATEST

MY JEWELRY SPLASH CLUMSY WAITRESS,
HEAD 2 TOE CUSTOM IT STRAIGHT FROM TAILOR
WIZ WITH THE SHIT MY GANG AINT TALOR
PENMENSHIP BIG CHECKS NO FAVORS

DRIPPIN WITH FLAVORS, 3 PIECE CANDY NOW N LATER
DERINGER IN RANGER ROADS FULL OF DANGER
SHARING HOES LIKE ACRES
THEY "BEAR"ING IT ALL LIKE HYBERNATION

WHAT IN TARNATION I SMELL LIKE VACATION,
WE AINT THE SAME BOY I HAVE NO RELATION
3 HOES I PUT 5 BLUNTS IN HEAVY ROTATION
WENT FROM NOMAD NO CASH INA GREYHOUND STATION
TO SOLD OUT LOCATIONS WHITE FOLKS GIVING STANDING OVATION

THOTS SEE THE SMOOTH HAITIAN EATING LIKE BANQUET PLATINGS
NOW THEY GRANT HEAD HANDSTANDING AINT SHIT CRAZY

tacit fossil
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STICK AND IM DONE WIT HIM (FORK!)
PULL THE STRING LIKE JEFF DUNHAM (BIG MAN!)
CUP IS NOT MUDDY, THESE CHICKENS MGNUGGET
TAKE A BITE AND SHE LOVE IT
GRIND N I SUN EM LIKE YOUNG MAN
FLY HIGH AINT NO HUNGIN GOT LEGS THEN IM RUNNIN
CASH ON ABUNDANT ITS FUNNY AL BUNDY GOT PLENTY
DONT SIGN WITH THE SKINNIES, THICKIES LIKE MILKSHAKE FROM WENDYS
NEED ME SOME BIG ASS AND TITTIES HIT IT SHE YELLING COWGIRL YIPPYS
BIG SLEEVE NO WONDER HE COLD AS WINTER FREEZE
YO HOE SNOW BLOW WITH NO PANTIES
RIDING SMOOTH DOWN THE STAIRS LOOK LIKE IHOPPED OUT A PAINTIN
DRIP IS OUTRAGEOUS, MY CARS IS THE LATEST, MY CASH IS CONTAGOUS SNEEZED AN IM FAMOUS
KEEP IT CLEAN LIKE IT BLEACHED
BEEN GRINDIN TILL MAKE IT NO HIATUS
THESE FUCK BOYS ARE SHAMELESS THE STICK MADE EM NAMELESS
GUAP GROW LIKE CROP THEY ASK HOW I MADE IT
SMOKING FINE IN THAT GARCIA VEGA
WRAP LEAF THAT PINE CONNECT WITH OMEGA
BLIND TO YALL HATERS THESE ACTORS WANT STAGES
PAID ALL MY DUES STILL CONTUINING WITH PAPER
I FOLLOWED THE RULES IM SHINING U TALKING SHADER
JEWELRY ON GLACIER LAUGHING TO THE BANK LIKE BILL HAYTER
BITCHES THOUGHT HE WAS A SKATER WAY HE SKATED ON THE BILL RAN FROM THE WAITER

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šŸ”„ HUH!!! AND I FUCKED YO BITCH ( MMMMHMMM I DID TOO!!!)

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lyrics are the endk messages are ment to be a

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brain less ni**a got burned mindfucker got his mind fucked , as i map out the cooked up story, opposite of boring, im scoring daily, listening to bob marley,

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i listen to them hardly, then i wisper slowly, you're a dead homie, now come and tell me, where is your devotion, what you did for nation, i can give you pity for ration, superstabbing motion, cut you into portion, crack mind penetration,

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FUCK ON YO HOE WITH A KLEENEX
SMASH ON YO BITCH KEPT VICTORIAS SECRET
YOU CAP ON THE MIX RAPPERS SQUEEMISH
RED DIAMONDS BLEEDIN ON VULTURE IN V NECK
WHIP BLACK AND WHITE NOIRE STAY NEED FOR SPEEDIN
SMOKE PRESSA EACH HIT, NO TIME FOR WEAK SHIT CAN KEEP IT

BAD HOE GET FREAKY LIKE CIRCUS TENT LEADER
SPLASHIN GOT URCHINS DEEPER THAN CORAL REEFER
THEY TRYNA GET UNDER MY SKIN LIKE A PREACHER
ASK FOR ADVICE IM NO PUBLIC SPEAKER
CUZ LIVE MY LIFE ON EDGE TOTTER N TEETER
LIFES A MOVIE BAD BITCH GON BE A DOUBLE FEATURE

WOOD IN GROOVING PIMPIN OUT THE OLDSMOBILE HOOPTIE
72' CHROME BAD PAID STRAIGHT CASH MADE LOOSELY
IN HIGH SCHOOL WAS PIMPIN OUT THE FORD WHILE U WAS DUCKING COOTIES
ROCK THE MIC TURNT HOES STRAIGHT GROUPIE
WHIP IT LIKE POOTIE DROP 30 BANDS VIEWS ON BEACH
GETTIN BOOKS LIKE A GEEK, LOOSE LEAF FALLIN IN SHEETS

RACKS GOT EM GETTIN OBESE, USED TO BE SKINNY WITH NO EATS,
NOW WE DININ BIG GROCERIES, GOLD TEETH SIPPIN GOLD PEAK ICED TEA
SOUTH TIL I BLEED IM OG DONT CROSS ME SHOUTS CAN REACH FAR IN STREET FIND YOURSELF OUTARMED TO THE TEETH
COMMANDER WHEN IT COMES TO THIS R-A-P
BEEN FUCKIN THE GAME U CAN ADD A FUCKIN -E

sly spindle
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Grah grah grah

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BITCH IM IN STITCH CALL ME LILO (CUT!!)
RIDE AND SPIN 20'S RIMS SEA FOAM
BIG BREAD AND YO WALLET ON KETO
SPEND HUNNEDS BY SHEETS THO, STAY LIT LIKE CASINO
BERRETTA I HEAT HOLD AND KEEP CLOSE
GOT DOPE ROLLED SMELL IT OG SMOKE
HOP OUT THE BENTLEY LIKE FREETHROW
FLEX AINT NO EQUALS NOW SHE SEE BRO
IN THEM SKREETS KEEP EM ON GUESS AND THEY HOES
DRESS COLD LIKE STREET SNOW MY DRIP IS ON FLOW
DIAMONDS ROCK THE BOAT IM ON FLOAT
BITCH WITH RED TOES OUT ISLANDIC SHORE
BEEN KEPT THE SHIT PURE, GODS CHILD NO PLURAL
"FOLLOW" THE CODE LIKE IN RURAL
MONEY FO SURE SMOKIN LOUD ENGINE ROAR

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IN THE LAB DONE HIT BACK WITH THE CURE

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MONEY ON POUR AND MY GLASS CANT GET FULL

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YO BITCH GOT SOME ASS? IM ON BULL

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FOR THE GREEN IM JOHN DEERE WITH THE TRACTOR ON PULL
YO BITCH SEE ME ACTIN A FOOL, WALLET ACTIN A MULE

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AND I FUCKED YO BITCH ( I DID TOO!!! MMM HMM!!!)

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YEA OOHH
STRIKIN LIKE VENOM (IM STRIKIN!)
VENTED IN RENTAL SMOKED OUT ON ENDO ESSENTIAL (INDOOR BITCH)
LOUD NOW WATCH ME RAISE UP THE TEMPOOOO
GIVE EM NO INFOOOO, YUH, BIG DAWG TATS TEN FOOOOOOUR
THEN POP OUT IM STRIKING STUNTIN LAND ELBOW
BACK GAINST THE STREETS WITH THE SHOVEL
RALLEY THE CASH HATERS MADE THEY HOE I BURST HER BUBBLE (SMASH!!)
MIND ON MY OWN GRIND LIKE HUNGER NO SUPPER HEAR RUMBLE
GRIND AND STAY HUMBLE STAY PIMPIN LIKE MY UNCLE
THEESE FLINT STONES ON NECK IS ICE AGE, YOU JUST SPLASH PUDDLES
YOU JUST PASS WEAK GRASS IT WRONG COLOR
YO BITCH GOT NO ASS BUT IM STILL ON HER

charred willow
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Swear that bitch got no ass, I'm still gon' strike it, cause the dick venomous like a snake bite! Forget all your morals, cause the world is steady dyin', we're gon' end up seein' the sunsettin'!

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Stay upset, on the daily basis, cause it's an addiction - the drugs takin' over, tryna figure it out but it's easier said than done! What would you know? Ain't walked a foot in these shoes, we're gon' fuck around and stick around till natural death!

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Yet we're fuckin' blessed cause the sun come up and we're right there, get out the streets if you know what's good for you, create yourself a business if you're passionate enough, we're all in too deep... shit I'm callin' the fuckin' bluff, till the sun come up...

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Fall in fuckin' love, cause it's dope and far easier, than wondering this lonely road, the one you call home - every man gon' meet his maker, better ensure you've lived the life you're given... realized when I was young that I was on the wrong path, sellin' dope, skippin' class, fuckin' broads I didn't even like - just cause I wanted to fit in and feel better...

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A long winded message, sure enough that's what this is - we all got gang, we just can't see them for who they really is... the ones who keep you goin', them real niggas that's stuck... to the vibe you pass off, they gon' be there when that sun come up... hopefully... hopefully...

hasty ivy
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You could be lil darkie ghostwriter

undone flare
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THANKS G. ID PREFER GHOST WRITING. JUST GIMME THE BREAD YALL CAN KEEP THE FAME šŸ˜ˆ

undone flare
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GOTTA MAKE A KILLIN FOR A LIVIN CAUSE IT AINT ABOUT JUST ME
GOT PLENTY MOUTH TO FEED INDEED WEAVE STREETS BIG CHIEF
DONT GO AGAINST ME BETTER TO NOT BE RISKY
FEATHER OUT ON PITY
BETTER ROUTE EVERY PENNY
NEEDIN MY PAY HAND EMPTY

SCHOOL EM LIKE GRECHIN
GOIN HAM U GOIN MUSLIM
BREAD KNOTS FROM OVEN (STOVE!!)
BED EM LIKE FELON

TOLD YO HOE IF U LATE JUST DONT COME TODAY
CALL ME MARDI GRAS A KING NEED A CAKE
TREAT YO HOE LIKE DINNER PLATE
FREEZER ON NECK SWINGIN ICE TRAY

RUN IT UP FAT CHECK, PUSSY BOY U CAN GO FACT CHECK
ALL OF THESE STACKS WATCH ME BAG YO BITCH
POOR BOY LIKE DISNEY ALADIN NOW MY HOUSE LOOK LIKE A PALACE
FLOWN MAVERICK TO DALLAS ONLY STAY WITH THE BADDEST
YO BITCH LIED ABOUT HAVING SOME CAKE LIKE GLADIS

MONEY TALK MY MOUTH NOVACONE
WALLET IN BACK POCKET FAT LIKE A SODA CAN (A SODA CAN!)
WHEN SUNNEY GET UP AND I SCRAM FOR THE HONEY AND JAM (GRIND!)
POPPIN RUBBERBANDS TOOK A STAND CREATED BRANDS (HUH!!)
CONCRETE JUNGLE SO KEEP HEAT LIKE A CAMP (CAMP FOOL!!)
FUCK A LV ANY BELT I KEEP IS THE CHAMPS (BIG STUNNA!)
BIG COURAGE, BALL LIKE EUSTICE BANK ON GRAMPS (RACKS!!)
STARKY AND HUTCH WHIP, RED BULL FLY WITH YO TRAMP SMOKING DAMP

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FUCK ON YO FUCKIN HOE
RED DIAMONDS SWEET LIKE A CINNA ROLL
GOD BLESSED SO THIS IS THAT HOLY FLOW,
WHEN BACK WAS AGAINST ROPES NO ONE WATCHED MY BACK IT WAS ONLY GHOST
GO UP WONT COME BACK DOWN LIKE AN ARROW BOW
SPEND IT, FLIP IT, CAME RIGHT BACK WITH MORE
IN THE GREEN LIKE A BILLY GOAT CHEWIN SHIT SILLY THO

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YEAH
FUCK ON YO HOE AND I MEAN IT
WHIP RIDIN CLEAN BOX CHEVY ON KLEENEX
ALL O DIS CASH IMMA KEEP IT CANT SPLIT IT LIKE V-NECK
WHERE U WAS WHEN I WAS FIENDIN, NOTHIN TO EAT ALONE IN THE STREETS REALLY NEEDIN
HAD TO GRIND THROUGH THE MEANEST, FIGHT THROUGH DEMONS
SURVIVE WITH THIS CROSS AND ITS SHIELDING
WAS AN ORPHAN NOW YO HOE THINKIN IM SUPPORTIN CAUSE PETTIN THE FELINE
ALL IN HER FEELINGS THAT I ALREADY HEALED FROM
BEEN THROUGH THE ROUGH MAKES U NUMB AND SPOT REAL ONES
SCUFFED FROM THE BOTTOM MAKE MAKE UR SOUL FEEL SCUM
THIS GUIDING LIGHT PLEASE DONT LEAD TO MY UNDONE
LIKE MY HOES BOOTY ON ONION, GAVE HER THE "RUNDOWN" LIKE DWAYNE JOHNSON
BEAT IT BOXING ALI OSCAR, SLAP IT LIKE BOUNCER
YOU THOUGHT I WAS GONNA SAY WILL SMITH ON HIS SHOUTER?
SMOKING THAT LOUD LIKE AN ANNOUNCER
BITCH SO BAD I HAD TO ANNOUNCE HER
SMASH ON THAT ASS AND BOUNCED ON HER
ASS ROUNDER THAN QUARTER POUNDERS
BIG DAWG KEEP HEAT LIKE GROUND POUNDERS
CASH ASTOUND BITCH IM AN ALL AROUNDER, GRINDING
GRINDING YO BITCH OUT HER GOWN NERD
RING RING RING RING HELLO??? YO BITCH WOUND HERE?!?!?
HOW DID SHE GET HERE? WELL MONEY IN HER BRAZIERE MADE YO BITCH DISAPEAR
CRYSTAL CLEAR SEE MY SPEED PAST FROM REAR VIEW MIRROR
WHIP SKRRRRRRRRT MAKE YO ASS SPILL YO BEER, YO DRUNK ASS DRIVING WITH A DIRTY BEARD (BTICH)

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SPLASH LIKE A PIER AND YO BITCHES PHONE DROPPED CUZ DIAMONDS BLINDING FROM MY EAR

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DIAMONDS ON BLARE MADE YO BITCH SHOW UP WEARING SOMETHING SHEER

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YOU??!FAKE JEWELRY FROM CLAIRES, YES BITCH I AM AWARE, TUCK IN YO CHAIN WHILE U COUNT BUS FAIR

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FUCK SPELLING, FUCK YOUR DWELLING, FUCK YO HOE TIL I BROKE THE SHELVING

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YOUNG WAS REBELING BUT NOW ITS FUCK YO HOE LIKE ELVIS PRESLEY PELVIS HELPING

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YO BITCH SUCKS AND IM VAN HELSING

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GET TO THE COOKIES LIKE KEEBLER ELVES BRING

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SWEET TOOTH 100 GRAND AINT TALKING BOUT THE CANDY
YOU BE BLAND SEE, ME? BIG BANDS LIKE COCHELLA CROWDS STANDING
PLAN A,B,C,D,E,F, AND G
GETTING TO THE GREEN EREY CRUMB LIKE SOME ANTS FEED

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WHIP DRIPPIN PAINT, YO WHIP DRIPPIN FOOD FROM THE PANTRY

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CRIB OUT THIS WORLD, LARGE "SPACE, DANDY"

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HARD IN THE PAINT LIKE A MFKIN SANDING

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GOT YO HOE MOANIN LIKE A MFKIN BANSHEE

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HER HAND COME IN HANDY, BUT SHE BAD IN THEM PANTIES

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SHAWTY KNOW I KNOCK IT DOWN RENOVATION

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Shoot a bullet to his chest, it will pierce out and rip out your flesh
Your blood so fresh the color is purple, then it oxidizes, the smell make you hurl
I bring out a bag and wrapped up the corpse, at the back my trunk
My partner felt bad I said thatā€™s tuff, then I head to the woods, in the middle of nowhere, then I lit up a fire the skin now rough
Then body would burn in to ashes, my man existent became pass tense
Then I call his Mother and told her what happened and she that ā€œyou are cappingā€
Then I went to her house on a brand new mission
She will see her son cause she is lacking

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LOOK BITCH

NICE DRESSING (HUH!!) IT ALMOST THANKSGIVIN (CLUTCH!!)
THEY WANT MY BANDS BUT MY NIKES CANT EEN FIT EM (CANT FILL MY SHOES HOE!!)
DIAMONDS ON DENTAL PLAN PRECISION WAY I SHINE GOT YO HOE DRILLIN
BLEW UP MADE MILLION FANS ON STANDS TRAVEL FAR WAY 2 HEAR HIM (THEY DO!!)
OUT THE LAMB TO PRIVATE JET CANT FLY CIVILIAN (PLUS IMA SOLDIER BITCH!!)
BLUE WATERS SMOKED OUT KAZEEBO PAVILION
CANT TOUCH BUT THEY FEEL HIM (FACTS!!)
FOR MY YOUNGIN GHETTO LIVIN CHASIN COMMA TO MAKE A KILLING (RACKS!!)
ALWAYS BEEN DOWN, ROSE UP, NOW IMMA GET TO LIFTIN THEM (CHILLIN!!)

CHOCOLATE DIAMONDS LIMITED EDITIONS LINDT ON THE PENDANT (HUH!!!!!!!!!!!)
WHIPPIN TH POT FOR THE SPINACH (GREEN!!!)
PAID TI BE BOSS SO I SPENT IT YUH
EXHAUSE HITTIN PAST THE 150
RED ROBIN WAY BEEF GET TO SIZZLING (HUUUUUUUUH!!!!)
BRITISH KNIGHT TOSSIN DICK TO YO BITCH LIKE FRISBY (SPORT!!!)

YUH I GOT IT I GOT IT
WEST COAST FLEW PRIVATE
YO BITCH SHE THE BREAD NOW SHE ACT KNOTTY/NAUGHTY
GOT SOME REAL ONES BEHIND ME LEGITIMATELY SHININ
DONT GET CAUGHT IN THEM CROSSHAIRS WHEN CHASING THE FINEST
BAD HOES COME ALONG WITH THE PACKS JUST CHASE RACKS N BE HONEST
I DONT HIT THE DIRT AND KEPT RUNNING REGAURDLESS
AINT CHASIN NO STARDOM, GIMME THE CASH CAME FROM STARVIN
BLEMISHED AND ASH FROM THE BOTTOM
SUCKAS ACT QUESTIONS ARE PLOTTING
DONT TRUST NO BOY HE MAY ROB YA
KEEPIN THE GAT CLOSE AS YO HOE GIVIN BIRTH TO MY TODDLER

CRANBERRY DIAMONDS
RACKS FULL PAPER IN BINDER
THIS SHIT A REMINDER BOY DANK NEVER BE BEHIND YOU
FIRST PLACE LIKE MY PINE TOO SMOKING INCLINE WITH A BAD ASS DIME
LET ME SPIT AND HIT GAVE HER QUICK DICK AFTER HEAR HOW I RHYME
IN THE WHIP WHITE BOY HIGH BUMPIM SUBLIME CHROME SHININ EM BLIND
SAY I WENT ONCE MEAN I WENT MANY TIME
FUCK BOYS CLOSED EYES SLEEPIN ON TIL SUN SHINE (SON SHINED)
COLD ASS CLIMED NECK FROZE HIND TINT LIKE BLACK BIDEN

YO MAIN HOE AINT SHY BREAK THE BRICK DOWN LIKE STREET FIGHTIN
FOR THE GREEN IN SILENCE CREEPIN THE DESOLATE STREETS NO SLEEP FOR THE PRIZING

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IM SO DEAD ASSIN, ITS LIKE I FUCKED ON YO BITCH IN A CASKET

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SHAWTY OPENED HER LEGS LIKE A POOL PARTY
SHE WAS YO SHAWTY? IT WAS DOOMED SHORTLY
CANDY SWEET ON SEATS AND SHE SMARTIES
BUT RIDE WITH NO WOADIES SOLO SMOOTH LOWKEY
CIRLE THE WHOLE THING LIKE GOATEE

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SEX GAME ON HARD MODE LIKE DARK SOULS,
FUCK A BAD HOE IN THE FIRST TWENTY FOW IT WAS YO BITCH I ALREADY KNOW
SHOWED UP TO THE SHOW COLD BELOW ZERO (FROZE!!)
I DONE BROKE THE MOLD OF HOOD HERO (YUP!!!)
WENT FROM NOTHIN WIT ZERO TO BIG COMMAS, YO WALLET BE TIGHTER THAN A SPEEDO
BITCH IM WHITE BOY NEATO, STUFFIN JOINTS BIGGER THAN BEAN BURRITOS
MAMI DIDNT FUCK WITH HIM WHEN HE WAS A CHICO, NOW HE HOT AS RENO COULD EAT YO BITCH SHE A CHEAT HOE/CHEETO
BIZZNESS NEVA LEAKED NO, ANY BEAT BULLDDOZE
TURN DOWN YO HOMEGROWN WE GEETIN GEEKED HOLDIN HEAT IN LEATHER SEAT BEHIND CHROME

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PUHSAS

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BITCH IS AS REAL AS IT SHOWN
WHIPPIN THE POT OFF THE STOVE DONE DID WHAT MAMA TOLD BOUT THEM STREETS ON THE ROAD
REAL ONE ON THE GO, DONE PLAY BY THE RULES WATCH IT GROW
SHE SCRATCIN FOR A BOY NEED A COMB, NOPE NEVER A LOAN, NEVER ALONE 2 PISTOL LIKE CLONES
ASK AN WATCH HOW I DONE IT MY OWN? BITCH I GRIND TO THE BONE
SMOKIN THAT LILAC WHAT U ON, PURP FRESH HOP OUT SALON, NEW KICKS LIKE NEWBORN
BENZ AND MY WIND DONE BLEW STORMS, MY WAVE IS ENORMOUUUUUUUUUS
BEEN RIDIN IN FLAME, HARD IN THE PAINT GOT FEW DINGS

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SCARS AND SOME SCRAPES, HAD TO HOLD IT DOWN NOW IM SPLASHIN ITS CRANKED
MAKE YO HOE FAINT, DIAMONDS CHING MONEY ON SING WEED LOUD ON DOORBELL RING
PULL UP CAN TELL BLUE BELL C.R.E.A.M
DRIPPIN FRESH IN SEAMS MAKE IT STEAM WHEN I HOP OUT THE BEAM
HOOD SCHEMES AND BIG DREAMS HAD TO DO MY THING
YOUNGIN REPPELIN LIKE WHINDSHIELD WHIPIN
I PASS THE TEST AND GOT STRIPIES
I LOCK THE CHECK FLIGHT ON SIGHT SEE
TWIN HOES ON DECK BOTH PIECIES
KNOCK HER DOWN AINT WHITE KNIGHT, DIAMONDS AT NIGHT TOY WITH THEM LIKE LIGHT BRIGHT

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ILL ADD ON THIS/ADONIS BUT I AINT NO SON OF DRAKE
IF SHE A BAD BITCH I CHANGE HER PITCH SET HER STRAIGHT
DONT DO GLADBAGS THAT PINE IN THE SAFE IN MASON
BALL LIKE IM ANCIENT, SHE SLIDE DOWN THE POLE LIKE A FIRE STATION

HOMIE SAID I HAD TO RIDE TO MAKE IT
BUT I CHOSE A BETTER WAY TO GET PAID AND I PAVE IT
GRIND ON PAVEMENT MADE CENTS HOW I GOT IT AND MADE SINCE
BLACK AND WHITE DIAMONDS NOT RACIST

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uh, it ain't easy tryna keep up with the actions taken - sat back with a drink in hand
and let 'em run their play, like the Man Who Remains, keep it quiet, stay movin' in silence
we'll still be eatin' good in the end - fuck society we're seperated, conversin' 'bout consequences
deep in the paint like Rodman, the vibes were vibrant - it's on tape, I ain't cappin'
we're only limited by the thoughts that we conjure, got too deep, now it's back to that street shit
pulled up, with ten AK's between a gang of hoodlums, ran in, stuck the place up, it's feelin' awkward
good lord I hope he lets me through them pearly gates, if he didn't, I was drunk and showed up late

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Drop it 'til it's hot
On the bottom of my shaft.
Gimme top....
That is what I meant-
I don't contradict when I spit all my motherfuckin' shit!
Aye, when I step into the room, you better fall on your face.
You've been rapping for an hour but I've been rapping all day.
You can act like a tower but I act like a planet in space.
But I'm really just a black hole. I don't faze when I bake/cook/gobble up these fat trolls. OK.
Here's the summary of some stupid shit.
They got nutrients.
But they don't got as much as me when I'm doin' this.
This is my thing so don't ruin it.

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Ruin it? We ain't tearin' down shit, we're puttin' up monuments...
I'd walk a mile in them shoes, just to know where you're comin' from
Lookin' at the system like it's wrong but we're all complacent...
Thinkin' bout my boy like damn, you gon' have to figure this all out lil man
We all got it fucked up, instead of livin' life we're all stuck in our ways
And honestly, there's many days when that sky's just gray
Yet I'm still vibin', I'm gon' keep this shit rollin'

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Well... Some monuments get torn down in the midst of war like a sore town after getting hit by a fat fuckin' storm.
Some monuments get stopped before ever being born like a lion being killed before it ever even roars.

You only see half the action. The construction.
Then the baddest- people come around to attack it.

That's what it's like making peace in this world sometimes.
Not everyone's complacent. You're told all the time. Just by looking at a COD match online, you can tell that this world is not really fine.

Nah. I just don't understand how the "world we hope for" works.
I want it too but I can't dream for something i can't have 'cause we all know it hurts.

We're stuck in our ways 'cause that's how this world works.
Peaceful ones can't get a break 'cause others are piece-of-shit jerks.
Right now, I choose to not be peaceful 'cause if I am then I am one of those people who encounter happiness takers like enemy soldiers who are so very lethal.

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ON THEM DRY LEAVES LIKE IN AUTUMN, HEARD?
NOT GRINDIN OFF THE CURB TO BE SET UP FROM WORDS
WORKIN THE COURAGE TO GET OUT THE DOOR BE AHEAD OF THE HERD
WEATHER YOU READ IT NOT SETTLED TO BE EMBEDDED IN DEBT WHEN I SERVE
HITTIN YO BITCH LIKE A CURB IN SUBURBS THE WHIP IS SUPERB
GETTIN TO WORK NOT CLOCKIN IN ITS 24 ON THE SEARCH THATS MY WORDS
AYE
YO BITCH IS BITCHING HOPING I GET HER A PURSE
AYE
KILT HER KAT, FEEL LIKE A POACHER ON LURK
AYE
SMASH AND SHE SQUIRT,FEEL LIKE IM DROPPIN HER OFF IN A HEARST
AYE
SHE BITTER ON PERCS SO I ROLL UP A WOODS OF THAT PURP
AYE
WRIST ON MOBY DICK(SPLASH!!), WITH MOB ON MY KICKS IN THE DIRT (HOW?)
IT LIKE CONCRETE SHOES WAY I CANT SLIP I STICK TO THE EARTH
AYE

near spoke
sacred cedar
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Any feedback is welcome

hasty ivy
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228 is a dimension, for inner adolescence
When I had Time Warner Cable, this number made an impression
28 was the Noggin channel, but just add another Two
You could find Moose and Zee in a different view
You see, that number takes you on demand,
In my bedroom, near the tv, entertainment go hand and hand
I scrolled past many cartoons, to find my favorite one
I skipped past the teletubies, watched Pinky Doo and then Iā€™m done
I guess itā€™s time for boomerang from CN, Yeah that whatā€™s up
Yā€™all donā€™t know nothing about the spacey Jetsons
Have you ever woke up midnight to see that Johnny Questing
Perhaps you woke up late at night, to use the restroom then you twirl
And then you back inside yaā€™ room to watch the secret squirrel
Itā€™s the simple fact, that cartoons is what had made my world
Iā€™m dozing, on the sofa near the window, near the drawer
Now Iā€™m seeing Blossom, Bubbles, Buttercup, the power-puff girls
Then Iā€™m seeing Dexter and Dee-Dee Whipping up a storm
Went to Adult Swim secretly, Samurai Jack had fought a war
I shouldā€™ve stick to power rangers just to see the megazords

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There ain't nothing so funny as running to dummies with constantly cussing in the ways I am slushing with gushing music in so sync I gotta eat where you whimpered at.
'Cuz you ain't meant running nothing from down me, I'll skip your lines.
You ain't growin' in, cussed. I ain't sayin' nothing but magical properties in symphonies running around your same tempo with cousins that don't even mean one thing to you which switches me around here from dumb, boy, to low, dude and constantly gutterball fucked with you all and then you left me, homie, now tell me, where is it true? I still producin' nothing, boy. Your tamp on. It's irony. I'm cussin' you out in portals your wart knows but war with all, well, where does it go? Mud-holes I'm sluzzin'. Not gassed. I'm upon average. Same sentence made the last one get it, didn't it? Shittin' you out from gas tomes and slammed that I ain't meant nothing by it like I fill up a gas-home, like I feel you run into you, under you every time that I meet gas-tomes, I'm somethin' I'm slittin', alright? You're awake? Christianin' the bad homes, homes. I'm a show at any moment, with or without you, I'm not done decisionizering and fucking all the weight into the back-homes of your family memebers dismembered, remembered from over a year ago, somewhere in back-
Defribillating, meating, throwing you around, also...
Known ever since I encustomeed to eating every customer and delivery within a mile, every time, I wonder why I am, the way I be, which makes this shit easy, I'd rather temple me then left them. I'm bothered, not one, by the constant environmental vitamin slumming around. Been entrusted. Lasted for something to be running into the back of your mind when I hear my Heaven coming. I'm climbing on down. Get everyone else you've gathered, lately, to your phone and then embather in constantly sledding everyone else, know.
I still talked back. I lit nothing. I sip something. Truthfully.
I am acknowledged. I'll stay running your answers.

sacred cedar
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Nah u snapped bro

gaunt cave
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Blood in choppers. All I've said, what?
Still they chose to multiply.
Aggression, defenses, to learn, or to quit just like everyone else's but they "ton of them missing".
All I've wanted to learn.
I just want you to know I know what's going on.
We're in a time, stuck in a shit-place, but big bodies, hold up "Sip down" and it's all just to fight the wars we all want to fight, with a high ceiling, cathedral-walls get up on me.
I'm not tons of down you, on it, on "yet".
But I hint at God's sentry.
One weaponry and if all of this sits tight, that's all that this shit takes.
"One drakes-" equates to one own human's exchange then of its citizenship.
Bring that all into this place.
That's what this lonely man wants. Get them blueprints. Stay the chop up on outta me. I could walk you. I'll recover.

steady shadow
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i say i been around the block, been around i have not
sorry to drop the bar so low but i never look at the clock
my brain is a watch that never stops, ever tickin
seems that i'm clever stricken
can't seem to put myself together, feel like shredded chicken
see the bigger picture now but always had better vision

fuck television, that shit ain't my type
standard bullshit by day, underrated by night
catchin feelings and school buses, often by sight
mia again, paper planes takin flight
between doin the most and doin what's right
smokin beats only, don't ask me for a light

I'm too enamoured with silicon, oh no, forgot to eat again
measure my speed in megahertz, I'll make em bleed again
when i say I'm kicking shit, iont talk about feet
i mean the nasty drum kit that they put on the beat
this shit digs like cleats, grabs like bucket seats
i'm a 6 speed stick, slick as the streets

sacred cedar
#

Y'all spazzing tonight

steady shadow
#

i listened to 4:44 and it just poured out

#

that's why the flow is odd and shit if anyone's confused

sacred cedar
#

Nah dawg

#

I think u really killed that frfr

steady shadow
#

thanks m8

sacred cedar
#

Yw bro!

gaunt cave
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I don't acknowledge applauses 'cuz every pause means a pause for breath and unless you're on the type of system I'm out designing, I wouldn't want to be with the best with directions replied.
Just to see inside them. Known its only God. See if I'm a time-warp, then we grew up and I stayed inside for the war I still paint inside them with teeth this glistening, na'ah I'm paying incisions with a stencil that at once meant all of the brains in and around this vicinity.
Take out your ruler. Scream at a ops. Get your scissors. Paint inside them.
Fuckin' analyze why you wild?
Na'aw. I'll just sit insides them and paints them to and fro because evolution the only clock and when I'm on it, I'll paint the supersonic because some of you from what I trained fo' and all of my spaghetti with the wedding of Lebanese twins with lesbians in the grunting with acknowledge like I'm winning the sex and the flavor but the way you want me now not what you want me, later.
All of that gets crushed and I'm still the one handing out the opportunities for every eye to get a hy-hymen.
You would've wanted me on the team, but there ain't no team.

steady shadow
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i got fangs like a mofuckin pit viper
9's all the time, im a quick striker
sparkin off, call me the next bic lighter
small flame, finna start a big fire
im gettin higher than the bitrate on ldac
more gas than a tanker, can you smell that
was a hermit but i really been to hell and back
white as hellman's but you didn't think i'd tell em that, did ya
i used to tell, then got stitches
im at the edge of family pictures
they say i'm mid, that shit's ridiculous
recognize the skill, then it starts to look suspicious
i be lookin friendly like a killer whale
shit for free on yt, that's a killer sale
talk bout caliber, a killer's tale
im like them reddit stories, some shit bout a killer snail

charred willow
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That fuckin drama, keep it lowkey whilst you chasin' that bag,
like tony said, the world is mine, it's a matter of stayin' on point,
in orbit cause the drugs I'm dabblin' in got me floatin' again.

Mastered time like Loki, perusing through options, called an audible for the shock value,
for you her name is babe, for him she's a call away and a quick fuck,
clutchin' at your pearls yet you a grown man, this world we on cram-packed with the fake.

Peep the game, foresee the play before it transpires, it'll happen real quick,
look at the mess we've made, shitā€”what's up nextā€”where are we headed,
questions better left to those with an operable mind, preferably unlike mine.

Mind altering substancesā€”caught geekin' out while scribblin' over some old scrolls,
this is how it goes, an armada of ill-willed verses, hell bent on hurtin' somebody feelings,
like that jock you went to school withā€”the one who had six girlfriends.

While you was writin' verses in your notebook, bitchin' 'bout how you're too different,
the one that never had no business around a bad bitch,
growin' older, finally seein' through the smoke and fuckin' mirrors.

It's a calamity what the world coming too, so we get high to escape,
every vice come with a shackle and if it's real heavyā€”there's cuffs involved and no maybe's,
turns out runnin' away ain't no getway, it's always a good day when you're breathin' ay.

gaunt cave
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Get the names of every training workstation. I'm only ginormous because all I've ever done is trained on just us right now with a maniac ensnared into a timetable that dread lapses between the timing of slices into the phone rewinded by what it means to be the best of all the flavorances, delivered-
She's a dream and she's as dark as paying them in Sundays. You all try to run parks, and I run apologetic. It's like you started them off of all the oil-drills I painted into them, 'til this day I'm barely alive everytime I came with time and dropped a 9 sharp as still as I'm known to tome until I've ever killed the lot, the lot and it drops straight onto garbling.

gaunt cave
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Sometimes I want a real world. I want a real environment for all of the bombs.
This means sheltered. I can walk outside right now and spout all of the facts to all of the scientific experiments...
A marketer would be all that I'd need, but I'm needed off-scene, I'm always calling out how the world's number 1 richest rapper gets fought off against, amidst, his grandchild with all of the folder folded out and I want to be about it but I can't catch what comes out of the mouth that he developed in spirit-form and I won't relents this back in. I'm the one who wanted Christmas. I should've severed it on seven victims. Sentences inscribed make me feel less heavy. I'm weighted. Each existence slams across the land. I'll still re-write and excite, get right back to where it was my child. I'll pick them up, first. I'm filled with milk still drying in the sun. Real lines evacuate. It's not light out, yet.
I'mma drown in someone big. I'mma found what I provide and I still out aping each children, bitch.
I might cry on my rear. The amount of training your spiritual nature desires divided by all that I can write out, right now, divided by your friends. It'll never express. It's off of the land where there's vampires running, sprawling out, and I called out a grandchild. Hands high, how I'll pull them and evict the senses you still need to let them have. I'mma beat them into the rends of coming in across that message. It's not that the next message is big, it's more like the whole world could capsize the captivation that never relatin' straight all over their brain-lengths. I'm a showed-up business screaming how it never lives without a glance of two words that, ill-formed, divulged ho the whole message. I'm a real pretend: ever since I lent that "... One day I just decided to write 'Blue' and 'Army' next to each other, and ho, now it never leave Earth".

#

A psycho never leaves auctions again. When the refrain is: "He needs our respects" anything can get his fat head to explain into them his own vitamins. I'da sent them all. Where I come from's trying to run over to you but I don't get why Eminem is even attempted to be found on the fashion that explains ever-lasting.
Senses when I'm vect 'em. I showed shots and then I hit them.
Dark hearing a lot misunderstood. I'm off where he is wood. I'm pronounced "ho" and I read them, good. I'm ill against the devisement of where the ho is heaven.
Sometimes the men die on top of me. I'm often dividing their souls against the weight of the angels. Their shit just got de-antiquated.
Rated by the rate of which I try to devise up I'm a slow ass moment on the phone I'm glaring. Caught her in a weird vocabulary. Imagine saying: "That shit's weak". I reached 10th grade with a wet calculator in my back-pocket and I'm often out-trivulating with Em's. He can't friends unless he understands. He on next. He a died. Without a reflection.
Shade is mind on the refusal to rebuttal with all of the holy in expensive.
Mom lets me lend them less than average phrases to rear a ward I want back.
With a weak dumb fraction. I'm always out living. I'm outliving.
Staring at that ass. With a sense of what a whack rapper would've thought to himself to misbehave.
I'm on crowd. They want 'wave'. How my mind tries to explain this with it divulging.
Ho, a crawl along the man who reads this staring defeated with no conception of what a man lends them and then I'm ever divided along a friction. The fraction. That man's running. He found that damned funny. And how I chose the wrong with a disciple-ship?
That all mind come a wave with a stap on top of like me and I got a stiff garbulating discord written style rapper slanging off every head with every estrogen sent gettin' back with a lint that we ran attached before your son had a grandchild.

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Imagine telling my wife that I slashed my knife in death's and I'd rather run my next sentence before I slam and I can't smile. I get wild. That shit rifles. I'm going to get them all to-
Stay on Matthew Whebell's wife. She slams that before it ever dances.
I'm on famous rear-learned D in detrimental flicked up with a weird old write.
The style found my wife all flitted up with enthusiasm but she didn't know where I would core where all war would go:
I slowed up. Get us an empire. You'll never hear them get excited, more.
There's "all about it" and how I deserts her soul. My mind been average. I'm leveraging the citizen's bullshit giant ass mole moment from ever goin' in home. She's a show. And I'm hidden for a week. She's tried to smile, before, but the whore knows that its just the age. My language ever reaches in. The feet for fission. It's always re-writing the ends. The mean mess from the message is enthwarped and enveloped.
Still slaring in and each sentence reaches in to the busy router.
"Hold the crowd"
You should've showed up with more wept ass. Your wedding. Your ass is my detrimentally-run extrogen exession with the next session holding up on the tribe all waiting for the gasp* I'm on 'em quick. It's not going to be the next abyss. It's a little like this. I smile when I write this.
Shored up. I shoo at thoos.
I would paint up on more truth, but my fashion is fanning out. I want them tagged out. I want it ran.
Shouted your husband. He the man that you can't subscribe with. He an outspoken.
Jokin' rapper.
With a full in f'widget. Fucked it. I gotta keep livin'. When Eve dropped, it begins.
I'm a nod at the magic it makes when two people who rammed piles would evil out and then slaughter the masses with a higher percentage of what this man's math is developed along the math of bad equations but when he rid 'em he's winning breathing into each decision like women when they woman'd and put them in message I'm running hence at what a man would've-

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When it's wrong. It doesn't know the boy. The boy, each inch, gets to incinerate its victims when it's written it's all about beating down with some friends and the friends will reach out harder against the anything it gets in this freestyle written way before I panned out I had a victim and it kept crawling in and out of what it meant next to stab it because I am a Matthew and I'm Proud, who would've ever let you subsist?
Get a written that fists at you. Always lynches. You won out, but I ain't that mentioned is that because I'm always on the phone and my home is on the folder but folding down it hits a dead-end and dead, it will ensnare them in a land that slares at this disfunction...?
I'm folded out. Get rolled me oats, and then get rolled me out. I'm full up. I'm twitchin'. I'm this aggravated. How is the man's funny damns always calling out I want llambs funny?
You wanted a little bit off the head.
But I wanted percent.
What'd you catch me in grades?
My business is this empire. My friends leap higher every time I aim out the topics of convergence with these smiles all crawled up, wrinkled, like hey, heap these, a damned smile with each llamb, a piled. Riled up, my hues because all of this was useful. Because when the man stays he's straight on top of them. I'm not at it again. Friends and relationships. This will envelope.
This will involve with how everybody crawled up alongside the knive that will write you into your life like it's gotten them onto the battle navigation from the jump and I still come with stories how you all fell before me childishly and laveraging this shit underneath another God breathes it's inside of a hard drink I hope this hits it shits its absolved

gaunt cave
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Have a smile, you written, it's circumcised, why'd that even-
Hit ya, with the body of the mind that I want my body to embody.
Embodiment. It robbed them full in the face. I'm flowing. There's charcoal in numbers-
Showed up. Dead of the walking. Get a gun all of these knives and bend them over the cauldron, rolling: "This all ends Decembuary."
You can't outride me. I'm a visionary. Get a cemetery.
Slaring that with every base I meant to place but I need the help.
Hold how situations sit down.
Hate them 'ow?
I'm all wondering while your stoner's at 6,
She off all the evil. Drapes fall down, but in wedding ceremonies....?
I might slide all out of the enemies I just found in its government and its agencies.
I'm not showed up. I want this crowd. This one. With the fun of full sounds.
Get a towel. Showed up walking again. I might heap Decembuary? Rims with bodies. My mind inside of me. All of them bellowing: "Lee...?!"
With all hips out. Wrong and wrong. Hold them deep.
"Vocabulary...?
You should try the man's victim."

undone flare
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AYE ITAINTABOUT ME

BIG DOG CHASIN NEW PAPER/NEWSPAPER
EAR LIT UP LIKE LAS VEGAS
DO IT REAL NO FAVORS
BASKIN ROBBINS WITH THE FLAVORS

SHAMAN WITH THE VAPOR
SQUABBLE SEE SOME ACRES
HOTEL LOBBY WITH SOME AIMERS
REYTHING CUSTOM A TAILOR

FROM THE DIRT AND HIT PAYDIRT
RIDING SKIRT SURE ON DECATUR
HO TOP LIKE BURGER ON PAPER (WRAP/RAP!!!)

POCKET THEY STICKY GOT SO MANY DOUGH
POCKET ON LOAF GET BIG OAT
IN THE RED "LAMB" EVEN THO HE THE GOAT
MAIN B STARING REARVIEW MIRROR LEERING JEWELRY ON SOAK

NO LIE SEE THE STRESS OF MY MA IN MY EYES HER KHARMA SURVIVES
WRIST AND IT GLISTEN WHEN STRIDE GOT HEEAD HELT UP HIGH
CANT BE HOPING IM GOIN SO RESTLL BE FINE
SACRAVICE MYSELF AND MY TIME FOR A LIFE THEY CAN SHINE

#

I MAKE EM DUNK LIKE NBA
YO HOE CAME OUT WITH A DINNER PLATE
SKINNY RIMS BUT WHIP HOLDIN WEIGHT
HEATER ON WAIST, CHANGE MY NAME TO "JUSTIN CASE"

#

LUX BRIEFCASE, COAT HANGIN OUT ICE CREAMS KICKS ON SORBET

#

FROM TRENCHES BRICK ROAD NO DORATHY
10K FOR PERFECT TEETH
RIMS ON BEYBLADE SPINNIN LIKE VINYL BEATS

brave orbit
#

Once upon a time, it was me myself and I
Always was on a grind, hopin my idols see me shine
But my niggas rather whine, bitch around and cry
They be Snorting up dem lines, while I told em, it's alright
While they was down bad, I was looking to the sky
Now the people I once idolize can't even look to my eyes
Cause while everyone was partying, I told myself to rise
And now no one can fuck around and question my grind

charred willow
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The man himself, I'm locked in at the lab, smokin' on ancient herbs, conversatin' with a demon named Dan,
it's the art behind it all that really strikes me, spit a couple of verses and have the whole spot lit up,
a couple 16's is all it'd take to garner a fanbase, I ain't a rapper I'm DaVinci in my current mindstate,
I was sat up in spec-ed way back when, spectatin' like I was front row at a damn Lakers game.

gaunt cave
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HOCK A GLAUNT. YOU ALL PRETENDED. I DON'T LEAVE IT THOUGH.
IF HIS WAS GLOCKED, THEN TRUSTED, IF IT I WERE ME
I WOULD'VE SLAMMED IT SO FAST YOU WOULD'VE DESERT LAND.
I COULDN'T TRUST IT IF HE WERE IT MEEEEEEEE~
I'd ran it cussed it all black.
I'M OUT RUNNING EVERY TIME I SLOW THE PHONE AROUND MY MIND MY MIND IS A MOAT GET IN AND OUT OF WATERS OF BUSINESS.
FEEL A'OUND WHEN I'M HAVING THEM AND I'M ILLA TILLING EVERYBODY EXCEPT GET ALONG ME WITH ME LIKE MINE IS ALWAYS GOING TO SHIT ON YOUR GARGANTUAN PLANET.
I'da heaved them in and out of having that dosed off. Chased by a luck. Everything about bringing me a ballad, I'll be about it so much faster than you WHEN YOU WERE STUCK ANALYZING I GOT A TYRANT AND AN ENTIRE NATION IN IT DELLIBERATELY WAITING against you.

steady shadow
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feel like i dont write as i used to, my pen has aged
trying to wordplay but nothing really penetrates
it's hard to demonstrate, the bar has raised and my bars fallen
i can hear the callin of new shit but i aint evolvin
shit dont add up, the equation, i can't solve it
everything is out of balance, im divided over all of it
honestly, new shit, i dont want no part in it
im lookin at an old pie, but the slices gone a bit
feelin mellow yellow, donovan
start critiquing myself, wonder who im really harder than
cant think of an answer, gotta call it in
aint no fire to put out
i aint wettin no opps, aint livin in no drought
i dont need money, nor do i need clout
but i do still want to spit, the fuck you think its about
if i didnt feel it, wouldnt come out my mouth
i just dont think its popular, feel im goin south

brave orbit
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I got a big body in a lil body, Aint talkin bout my frame
but My big body's will whack yo lil body if you speak on my name
Whether its a lil body or a big body, yo ass cant aim
When the bullets start flyin, i hope you got enough shots to hang
like, Dog, you tremblin in yo boots, you scared uh
Thinking about whats wrong and right, i'll drink till my senses are impaired uh
Thinking about how I made it in life, shit really got me in prayer, uh
Talking bout "you can pull up anytime", really bitch where?
All my shottas got glocks and tecs, all with that mutha fuckin switch
fuck the switch, only need 1 shot to make you switch

gaunt cave
#

FIRST OF ALL, I WANTED TO SAY HOW PROUD I WAS OF YOU!!!
EVEN IN JUST 3 SECONDS, YOU'VE MANAGED TO UPROOT, RESTEM, AND CUT OUT YOUR OWN BRAIN TO BE AT THE HEART OF WHAT HELL TRUTH STANDS FOR!!
"I MUST BE BLEEDING ON A WEAKER TROOP!!"
THIS IS WHAT STANDS WHEN ALL YOUR LUNGS COVER OP.
THESE ARE HOMIE'S TRUTHS.
IN MEN, I HAVE FOUND OUR REAL OWN LOVE.
IN YOU, I MUST BE AT ONE. AT ONE, NYQUIL.
IN THE MEN I HAVE GLORIFIED ON WON OUT ON SHOTCALLING "ARMOR" AND THEN "TRUTH" BEFORE "BEETS".
I HAVE SOME MORE I WANT TO SIT CLOSE TO YOU.
I HAVE FURTHER HOPIFIED OUR DREAMS, EVEN WHILE SITTING IN THE BACK OF THE BOAT.
"IM SMALL" GOES SO MUCH FURTHER AND FURTHER.
IF YOU WANT TO SIT THAT. THEN REWOUND ME.
IM FULL OF SLEEP!
"IIIII'D RATHER SIT BACK!"
IN WOMEN, TOO, I HAVE CASHED A CHILD. A MIGHTY CHILD.
{A MIGHTY ROAAAAAAAAAAAAAR!}
IN THE FUTURE I HAVE SUNG PASSERBYS.
I STAND. REPLIES.
I ALSO ALMOST FIGURED OUR WAY AROUND THIS HORRIFIED DIGNITY.

gaunt cave
#

I ALWAYS SLAMMED AWAY PHONE, "SO WHAT?" IN THE SYSTEM.
I ALWAYS PASS AWAY CHANCES TO KEEP YOU GOING THE ONLY TRAINING REGIMENT THIS COUNTRY OF EARTH COULD STAND FOR.
THERE'S NO HEAT I WOULDN'T KNOW, IN.
THERE'S SLOW DANCING. THAT, WHISPERED AWAY, KEEPS MY BROMIES EVOLUTION.
THAT'S ALL I KNOW.
THAT'S ALL WE KNOW.
I GO: "I'M SLOW, WHAT?"
AND JUST THEN THE ONLY ANSWER COMING TO YOU WAS THE ONE THE SLAVES ENSLAVED.
CAME WITH: "THOUGH TONS OF TONGUES YOU AIN'T THE ONLY ONES" DOES IT SMOTHER, ENSLAVED.
OR AM I KICKING, SOMEWHAT STUPID?!
I KNEW THIS SHIT. I KNEW THIS KID. I KNEW HE BACKED THEM EVEN BEFORE WHAT HE SAYS HE IN IT AIN'T DEVELOPING NOTHING BUT MATTERS THAT STANDS FOR A HUCK A HUCK A ASTA LA VISTA
SAY WHAT STANDS FOR.
JUST ANSWER.
THERE'S SCREAMING IN THE FUTURE.
THERE'S STEAMING WHERE THERE'S NOTHING YOU CAN DO AND IM WITH A TEAM IN HEAVEN, SLAYING EACH AND EVERY WAY I SAY IT AND I KICK THOSE MATTERS IN FASTER THAN THE SOCCER BALLS OF SWEET EMINEM'S WENT WHIP AND BAD AND BACKED UP NOW SO WHATS UP GOD SINGS EVEN WHEN HE AIN'T SUPPOSED THEIRS WAS AIR SEE IT AND DILAPIDATE BECAUSE EACH SWING IN MEANS FROM A CLUB THAT IS JUST SUBSTANDARD AND WHEN THOUGHT ABOUT IT, TALKED ABOUT IT AND WHEN HE NEEDS LUNCH, HE'S STEAMING, OH HEAVEN CAN SEE IT, AND WHEN HE NEEDS SCREAMING BACK FOR A HEAVY TO PLAY WITH DOES THAT EVEN MEAN THAT HE'S DONE TEETHING, HE'S HEAVEN, SCREAMING HE'S DILAPIDATED SAY IT SAY WHAT'S SCREAMING BACK AT ME, WEAPON FASTER, HE'S A JERK MASTER, HE'S A STANDS FOR DILAPIDATED, AND COME BRAY IT, WHEN WHAT WEAPON HE COULD SPRING, HE WOULD NEED IN GRAVITY OUNCED TOWARDS YOU FOR NOW AND EVER WAY DEVELOPED BEFORE IF THAT COULD SPRING NEEDS OUT REASONS DECAPIDATED, THEN LEPROSY HE WOULD SPREE. DECAFFEINATED.

undone flare
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OKAY OKAY
OKAY I BACK INSIDE DA MIX
BOULDERS ROCKS FRUITY PEBBLES RAINBOW LIT WRIST
100S DIRTY AND CRISP, GET IT NEVA EXCUSE SHORT OF IT
HUH YEAHHH
KNO ONE GO HARDER
I SMOKE TOM CRUISE ON LAUER/LOUDER
SEE ME M'S ON TV KURT LODER (FLEX!!!)
I SMOKE THAT GREEN LIKE MOUNTAIN DEW FLOWER
I GOT SOME KEYS WHEN IT HOTTER
I KEEP SOME SLEEVES WHEN ITS HOT OUT
NO MAKE UP OR POWDER SHE BAD HER FACE SOUR (MMMMM!!!!)
KNOCKKIN IT DOWN NOW NO POWER (SHE LIT!!)
HUH YUH YUH ROGER ITS OURS
BEEN GRINDIN ON SCOUT ON THE SCOUR (CASH!!)
DON DO IT FOR HONOR WHEN COME TO THE SLAUGHTER (GET IT IN!!)
HOUSE ON MY NECK, GOT THE "GAS" AND SOME "WATER" (SMOKIN N DRIP BITCH!!!)

DRINKS LIKE MCLOVIN FEW BIRDS NEXT 2 OVEN (HUH!!!)
HAD IT ENOUGH COULDNT GIVE UP MAN
TRAGEDY STRUCKEN WAS FROM WHEN THEY MAKE THEMSELVES NOTHIN
EITHER ON NEWS OR THE WARD CUFFED IN
SMACKDAB ON THE STREETS WITH NO UP WHEN
HAD TO BELIEVE IN MY SELF AND CHANGE MY UPBRING
SON HAD TO GROWN MAN MIND ON EXPAND
RACKS FOR THE CHANCE EVEN MEANT FACING BADGE
PACING BACK ONLY PEACE CAME FROM PACK
SAME HAD TO SHAVE FROM STACK
HOW THEY HATE US WHEN THEY CAME FROM BLACK
HOW THEY RATE ME WHEN I MADE FROM THAT
HOW CAN THEY BLAME ME WHEN MY CHANCES SNATCH?
HOW CAN YOU SAVE ME I HAVE NO WAY TO MAKE IT BACK

gaunt cave
#

If you want to live it, let's live it.
If you don't want to live it up, let's get sour there and feel me in so in I summon shadows and I swallow known everything.
I barely even creep through, is it?
You wanna stop. I'll lay a tobaggan down.
It's going to whimper, spraying out at you.
Let's just think if she's even me.
In this bitch, you wanted a sour. I called it a "pad".
Look, you can't stop this.
Is this terrible?!

undone flare
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TERRIBLE THROW A TERROR DACTAL AT CHO BITCHES THROAT SO FLY I CAN ELOPE
THE GOAT FIGURED I WAS SOAKED IN SOAP WAY THEY WANT ME TO SLIP I FLOAT
CREEP THROUGH THE SHADOWS SEE THE GLITTER OF GOLD CRIMSON IN SOUL
BEEN WITH NO EGO WHAT YOU BEEN TOLD IS FROM WHAT STREETS SHOWED
SEEP DEEP AND SLOW JUICE LIKE DOLE IN THE BEAT WHIP CANDY SWEET N LOW

#

SMOK FRESH FROM GROVE, BIG DOG MY BITCH IS BEST IN SHOW

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BLESSED WITH FLOWS THE VERY ESSENCE OWNED

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STAR FACTOR, HARD TO MATCHER, CADAVER

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SOON AS YOU START A MATCH UP, FLATTEN IN THE BACK SHARP DAGGERS
SPLINTER IN MASTER NOT A RAT BUT RAISED MY GS TO KICK ASS RAISED SAVAGE

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MATTER OF FACT YO BITCHES KAT LOOK LIKE GARFIELD AFTER A LASANGA HEAR ATTACK

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BITCH I WAS BORN TO RAP

gaunt cave
#

COMMANDER DANK WITH YA "WITH YE, YOU SOFT"
WHISPER AS CAN'T LIFTA YA WITH GATS.
HARDER AS A MATT-
YOU'RE GOING ONLY WITH THE SWIFT FEET AND WITH EACH FEATURE, LOOK: "I'M KISSING YOUR ASS".
BET YOU DIDN'T KNOW THAT
BET YOU DIDN'T KNOW THAT
YOU'RE SLAMMED AS IN YOUR FEET WILL STILL HURT WHILE OFF POPPIN' "YOUR MOM'S ARE COOL".
THAT WHIFFY EXPLAINS WHILE YOUR MOM WAS OUT GRAVITATIN' TOWARDS SOMEONE'S ENERGY.
THESE ARE THE LESSONS.
Look: they all pertain to me.

gaunt cave
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I'm covered in more tape. It's CNN. That skeaves. Na'ah, me. I've been pot since dope, because pot to me just represents the plants.
I said there would be no further reason, Your Honor.
Not Happy?!
That's slick. Exchange in with them. I guess.
Right here where you defined morseful.
The right trigonometry for me. Yes.
Well, why is hating?
Let's figure out an emotion when there's literally nothing dripping back anymore.
Hmmm. Let's see.
Let's meet ends.
Let's meet ends.
Quick Vitamin: Weed?
It's everything we defend. On my mama. That's how I've put that.
I can't pretend. She doesn't ends.
I gram and whaaaa-?!
That'd be if I only defend this prance.

gaunt cave
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Are me's the whackest reasons?
I thought I knew anything about science.
All he knows is "he feels" goin' down so far a certain way.
I'll explain it, and explain it, and demean myself from gangster prince to the med. dark sandwich.
He goes: "He knows" but still wants to address me with the CUSS still foldin' out!
You're always
my people
but sometimes I

#

Hate gravity. Yeah, feeling weird about it might then make me the SLAVE of the midst of these recessions.
I can't control my country.
Even if you were all good, that much energy would take the captivation and motivation right out of me.
I never turned back! Spurred back!
All I feel is whack people!
You need me alive?! You need me in evil?!
Still you goin' where 'doesn't understand' is bleeding the PISS-stain out of my ear.
I'm not here.
I wasn't here.
I'm often detrimentally

#

Weary of what the code then does.
Weary of the weary-blue.
These boned sheets is taxes I slam on somebody.
Anybody?
Anybody be a dream?
You were always stoned in bone taxes.
Axes, bloods, captives, your mug. Your credibility is so far in between what's toning me, eh?!
I mend the sheet. I plaid the zero-mind, because he stays stuntin' taxes.
Advantages.
I pick them over my head but I'm still a soul you'll never send for.
I drearily picked them out, not looking at me.
I want to be somebody...
I want to be somebody!

#

I'm dying.
It's true.
I'm near my completion.
Every statement I made. Slammed with some taxes.
"I'm not going to let you-"
"I'm not going to let you-"
There's steel-card: God. And I probably wanted me to explain it.

#

You, to me, are just simpletons. I'll skeet where I'll win nevertheless with or without the alive humans that are suddenly, so suddenly the center of the universe. Give them all the God powers when they haven't attained it. Give them all of the cards of power. You'll never whisper something into this in between so far deep and that far and I would bend forward forever, bitch and I meant that with a coleslaw in salad and no valumes to the wizards you play when they are just winners and you're just the center of the universe does that body ever touch a vitamin that won't play because your body failed to committed, omitted again, it'll be forever, I just smoke, there's not a sick or a sent performer, there's no rhymes where you polish the abolishment, probably and I go where nowhere up, and you'll go dance in the same things your mother was swearing and I'll be over your heads with souls encapsulating and you'll beat your gnarny retreat like ghosts ever again and I'm so smoked with the feeling your crushed, that I'd sit back, I'd send I'd rather spit that, I'm a cold meat amongst a flock of sheep and you're just wanted somewhere where you found that the one could retreat into your soul, eh?
Your heart ached.
It's wrong Bag-End and I'm whimperin' you Slytherins like gonad-your ape.
You never swear it'll slam so much fission, and I'm reading dank.
I'm even keeping up with the mathematics of a gangster sitting in the same cloak, going nowhere.
Even when there was thanks among you or mine own people.
Reading Sharp, You'll-

gaunt cave
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You think you scaring me because I was pretendin' to love rap even though I was just using it to be sure I could do all of the things that government would've did so that when I get sent back to my death, I'm not idle, I'd rather pile up all reasons and excuses against you, and then stunt away, didn't happen yet (the aftermath) and so I've been onto that ever since the degree said that was the way the team was ever since. Ever since it was gifted, I shifted, it's not the first time, but they're gone. Confetti.
I'm a Chevy with the hooks. I'm a negligent article in the stands of applauses coming from over the phones and ET I'll never phone home.
You weren't warned.
You're not going to be wanted.
I'd spit that. That shit was garbage.
I'd rather climb loose all of these families then be enflamed into the same state that gets evacuated from these precisions, didn't know-
Didn't know which way I was livin'.
Even though you just shitted.
I'm a be a man for.
One bona fide war.
You cruel. Crumpled up, you wanna do something?
Rap about being the top of the world and then grow lenient with all of my saviour.
Got you a round one. By any means, think that you can jump right in front of the team and jump on your knees, beg and plead, you know you can do whatever you needs, if I have a titty to squeeze, you could keep your cool.
I'd rather lose.
Starts with that shit.
You'd rather come with the flex and I'm not that crazy.
Spittin' this everywhere to everybody.
Still the same tattoo.
You can come and cashew.
You can come and fill in the mix.
You get tired of performing.
I'm warning of stud math and then I get savage, but I'm tragic.
Wrong stranger. Wrong behavior. You can be okay.
But he no ways.
I don't get tempted, I might steal on electricity, titties spin't round 'im.
You can go shitted. I don't show where I'm livin'.
You can go ghost and I could still fuck your girl.

gaunt cave
#

I just want to kill her.
Every girl gotta be a problem for somebody.
It's Sinbad judging them comparatively.
You a party, true. Let's run the train.
'cept there ain't no "let's"
Lil' bitch and I was inchin' in from the front just to get my mind back, in it, my mind would sit.
How hard you hold in all that?
How hard can you get from the power from being alive?
I'm like a bag. What's that? What is that? What the fuck is that?
'cept you ain't drippin' mine, lil' bitch,
I go helter, it goes: "it was scat? It was scat."
One more time? Am I flying it?
Weighed?
It says the most the man could do is go take the human's evolution and his very soul and throw it all away.
It says that if I can bend your weight.
I'd be flying free someday.
If I ever had a prayer.
I'd be a reigned spree, here.
Sheets I line, I line harm up the duke of.
Maybe "berry's" not coming across me.

steady shadow
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i bag lines like five guys does to they fries
fuck lies, i spit fax 10 times outta 9
how i turn the track around on a dime
what am i, a cake wheel, bakin cuz bread gettin aint a crime
im not even in my prime
odd flow, numero uno where i reside
tryna skate the issue like a pair of powerslides
i will slide on ya, get unlucky like the powerball
it's a bad time
put you in a pickle, im rickdiculous
im a big dill, but still inconspicuous
riddle me this, the lid is no cap
and im poppin off
i conspired to expire any opps that draw
weaponry, this shit is double jeapeordy
all or nothin, and i do not accept defeat

gaunt cave
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I'm a gangster. Right where I wanted.
With a head full of information ready to pop off on any bitches with the trigger.
None of their sounds callin' my ass out.
There ain't no sounds of freedom.
Stay East, slanging out the peace, inscripted.
You don't know how funny this shit is, man.
Helping out you all is like priority three, man.
I don't even gotta pop out. Smokes on the henne between you won't care about me and how I won't pull out of any these triggers.
Toppest rapper thuggin' the underground.
Sure hardest to be reached.
All I want are the strongest hunters, anyway.
What the fuck you off poppin' about?
Talkin' to a real G, saying you won?
I might smoke them sounds and purple out left-handed.
I'm staying to the script, this time.
Ain't nobody changin' around. Stays stunk since they kept on calling 'im a racist.
Mhm.
Pop a drama. Top thubs. Wrock a father.
Poker laundering. Tell me something to do, shit, or I'm going to make it too easy to chop off his head.

#

A million of them would get the show.
The whole community?
Mm.
Who the fuck am I supposed to be building?
Ask him about how really hard I hit 'em with the top depth smoking out the ocean.
I'm just a white boy with a side-job I'm killin'.
I'm killin', fillin' up the whole damned ozone.
Mhm.
But if I put 'clear' on it...
Man, I've been down here for a really long time.
My fuel is charted. I'm starvin'. Heap charts. A ton of them.
Smoke your fingers with getting out live in the club with a vibe that is meant for living.
Smoke this vitamin and where I would shine, ya'll'd be running.
I'm full of the potion.
What?
Yours sucked?
Ye had enough?!
I'm poppin' off this teenager just like I was thuggin' my money.
Na'aw. I'm not going to get anywhere.
Smoke all a bunch of that and let's hear it, where you mixed vile drinks.

gaunt cave
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There's only one thing I left, to drill it into them to instill them senses
The length of which not one, but two ops I've wanted gettin' blunted against what that has to do with me.
Against the team?
I'm not killin' it, I'm drillin' it. Took two feelings up off the top.
It goes: 1.
What stopped?
Grab the chalk. Blow them up. Get a realer destination implanted into you from a line that wildlings goin' sing.
Read on them heavy.
Read on them, chalk.
Made my own rules and procedures for your every prediacement. And guess what?!
I still don't want to fuck with you, you motherfucking slut!
You still sit there. You still glare at me. And say on the TV:
"Yeah, I want to do anything."
Always turns into you might've.
Fucking gettin' 'im pregnant?
I should start somethin'.
NOW.
I should start somethin' what the fuck right now!
What the fuck have I feelings that heed you?!
Rolling 'whispers' in your 'ONE SLEEP' LIKE I CHALKED A GUERILLA TACTIC before them TACTICIANS BEEN RUNNIN' ABOUT WHICH OP THEY COMING AND still
This kind of credit should have Marvin do something for me....
I stay in the same feelings.
My mend. I'd kill the men.
Stay on the stang with it.

gaunt cave
#

I'm literally too young. All I addressed as "fun" dying. Showing me the way.
I bring lessons to you, even here. This is the same song. I'mma cry in the end. Happy you billed it all, wrong. Now that it's all done. Where does that leave me, here?
Take over the US. Take over the world.
All those medicines missing. To all the young. To all the girls. If you're older, clue in, defined, by any means. I'm only going to swirl tongue. Mix me mine own little song.
It hates staring, crispily, remembering.
It hates slaring. Like that, since last December? Do any of you remember? Are you layering it unto me?
I never slams piss-grade. I remember remember having that as a little problem. Remember ain't the only heat spitting back at me.
It's snatched. Known he all out of your replies. I am fired up. I am not God, participating. I shreds the misery ate. I'll never be part of your puberty.
Remember me?!
Remember 'em?!

'Ey, you're not missing.

Divide that upon high notes. I know once upon the mention of the ocean. You're not card.

Sang a sung. By the way, missing the weird vocabulary:

That's W. Interesting.

That's W. Interesting.

Remember you're all proud of the same song.

Sang when it's flung. When it's done.

charred willow
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Two face like I tossed up a coin or somethin' ā€” fiends be breakin' back, bringin' back that rock or somethin'
Could lose your way real easy, it ain't ever no thang ā€” like Weezy said, you gotta act like you the best,
Invested brain cells in the scope of things, forget a wedding wing ā€” I'm gon' pass her ass the rock like Jordan mane,
Heat up like microwave, yo ass gettin' cooked, that's another chapter to the book, another chalkline for the rook.

near spoke
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Came up, coming out, the streets,
Father.. I'm Tryna reach,

Please saint.. I'm begging, preach,
Homies locked up, family in dakota,
Staying awake harder,
when it's filled with fake concepts,
of people that you meet,

Wanna be high class someday, living in a suite,

Hope, from the people, to the prodigal, prodigies..

Nonsense, to the feats,

Lately.. its been hard to get a nick of sleep,
No matter how hard I try, like..
What's the reason to live,
when you just wanna die,

But.. gotta push it down, keep my mama saine, and my father proud,

Used to smoke faces, to ashes, n now.. my minds yelling loud,

Got 2 different minds within,

hope and prosper, or sin,

Can't really be 'me', cause I get hurt in the end,

So fuck it,
Fake face on,
Live in a dream, till I make it,
What you know about living with blood, when they all make you wanna yell,

A mother stuck with an abusive bitch, my dad living, lost, sad n' angry, feeling like a devil, crucifix, Wish I could just wake up, n fix em' all, the ties.. to the bonds.. this my calling so imma give em' hell,

From the lyrics to the words, I speak, exhail, show n tell,

Who you know, might not, know you well, so when a decision asked, remember do right for you, fuck what they say,

Me for my family, I'll never forget the day,
I woke up, and grew, fuck you, and fuck you to, only wanted to abuse my mind.. so you could use me.. to, fake ass goons in the street, gotta choose who's worth it, and I choose me

gaunt cave
#

How 'bout I come out, cuckin' outside.
Aha.
Let's see how high I gets.
Want to follow the real regional commander comin' with ya, slanging down a gift, come and fuck with it, right here, before I am gettin' how high I am.
Shittin' for sho'. For the show. All I do is get this money.
No recruits.
No real dungeon.
Shit is funny.
How is money?
Get that jake I'm fangin' down don't get alone between both me and you.
I don't like it.
This a game.
Get a feature.
Come back, run pastor, hold that scholar like he on a scholarly defeat.
Scold that motherfucker to the 3,000th degree.
Hold up a roster.
Hold up a heat?
What is.
What the fuck you mean?
But you don't know it.
I grow hop.
I grow hopped more.
Instead of falling on you, don't you- don't you-
get off of the robbery?
I'm not even talking about citizenship with scholarships.
That's just dizzy.
You'd want 'em.
That's scholarly. Fart a 5'9.
Come tame a drizzy. Drizzy salad.
You want to be part of that what?
It's scold out of my butt.
I would've cursed you.
Let's sit back. Sit back. Let's slide.
Who the fuck is wrong with you itchy trigger finger pullin' up a paint without you sitting inside and I'm on my mind.
Drone-sex up in the paint, vision steady whipping with this drizzle I put on for split.
Shit 'em out.
Shit 'em on.
Hold on. If for holds, a gangster gaining on the weapon.
My mind is just the drink you sippin' on.
Get this motherfucker weird so that he can grow eerie.
Every N-word on this server I have to misplace and guessin' weights just somehow slammed this outward farther than the 3rd degree and still a human holds it down. Calm it down. Get up and slide. Whipped out a BOOK! Pretty lookin'

gaunt cave
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Every name. Every fame. Every partition. Every God in guard, in spirits.
What does we hold, even?
All that I know in ya. Slit up in drawls. I'mma get awards. I'm a war.
Is sitting inside with harms me founds with love.
With drawls. With scolds. With the bawlin' in calls, hilarious.
With the attaining insides, I slit it up.
I shit insides the shame the games leave me to live up.
I might be often seen as a creepily steepily in forwards since time forced me to.
I shit like my navy.
I've been played. I'm blaming. Probably for the gaming.
But since it was started, the upkeep has been too steep for glimmick for such as a guy as me.
I was also toking on the job.
I could be the icicle queens could re-enliven up in that.
Drop with that problem, what the monsters do?
What the rosters move?
What is sitting down insides ya?
Slitting down with me in between them.
I'mma need that enfolding with the gulfing.
I'm chosen for the weapon.
It want from fast to nothing.
I went from insides to gleaming out.
I'm picked with the drawls, the carpet stickin' out.
I tamed that between that and the floors.
You want out, floored.
I'm out the vision. With the harms in with these incisions, I kept reliving dreaming apart the incisions with reasons I forever reach out to recess the flavor of deliverance I fully picked with flavor and ganged-up how hard? I came shitting out the groupies with groupy love.

gaunt cave
#

How would you have your own way into advanced engineering?
You know kinesthetics is slow. You'll need a piss for a regards.
Reading and writing? That must be a piss-joke for status quo.
You might've pulled a blip out me.
I might slightly-conscious intake a step in that one, out, I.
Engineering to the masses divided what I'd end up-
Education asides. I'm not in Master.
It's going to gravitate to that one, gratitude, out, that one.
You formally missed educational training.
By my standards, maybe stepped 1 then stepped 2.
If my education ends up being reading...
Maybe I'll try rap-for-education, for fun. Engineering in to these degrees.
It's gotta be a new hint. Another English step-in.
Lesson#1 Never stunt in to these degrees.
Lesson#2 Never enjoy the lesson. If that doesn't stunt into your citizenship, partaking of "I'd understand drugs" ups in thaattt mattterrr, not that it mattered.
A shame pushing in these to a female engineering student be like:
"Our lies"
"Our applause" in the stately fiction of non-educating addressing up these bystandards.
Na'awwww. When drizz, he pulls into me.
He's all out his cake.
I'm out walking hatefully.
Riiiiight?!

gaunt cave
#

All I need to say is "daddy" and I ran it "pitched".
"Touched flags." I stay where I'm ridden.
Hidden on averages.
Shame is, if "don't fly", you'd know mine is.
There's bounds of flags for Flagstaff and wherever when-need is all he about.
This shits.
Let's forgives. Let's sees.
Let's mean.
All that you tricks you see is me.
And mine, I'm just running tatts.
Uh.
Stay off the target. Uh.
Ready to pen the Penn.?
I'm a jersey where this stays at.
Ain't for the math. Nothing but the static.
Reach 'em. Bring 'em back.
Came off you a scripture a teacher's screaming.
That's "for sho'" and that is stated off the fact.
None of you can hit that. Oh.
All I know is I've known math. Oh.
Get this picture. Guess the weight. Let's just wait for this shit to blow up. Oh. Oh.
Reapers stand in their inscriptions.
Too stoned. That's not why I'mma live, then.
You're often screaming eerie prarie, in these lands they're all stuntin' the math this ain't the problem where it's at.
Joe Biden with the drippin'. Joe Biden with the rhythm.
Ain't fallin' asleep?
Oh, no. Cut, me.
I'm still out at steeled.
Jump.
Shame of the game is "let's get this one bonin'"
Slares it s'xplaires it's easy with defeat.
I'm just breathing.
Let's just get this where it ohes

gaunt cave
#

On that top, I milly walk.
On that top, I probably milly walk, too. Probably. When there's something stuntin' at me. Bent them, probably. Didn't have a choice. Ha. Didn't know the voice. Ah. Riding in my socks. Not comparatively. Not for similar senses? Not for being me in the future when I'm hiding in my cock and I got them problems in my socks.
Stocks are fission. Caught them fishin'. Gleanin'.
Old hope for Dairy cows-
What?
Choose for Jerry, shocks.
Probably end up hiding in my car?
Probably confused with mixed energy in it?
Then I'm bending shots.
Na'aw, we want a really car.
Did I tell you I was a cop?
Haha.
I chosen in me. There's a subliminal message in there where you're whispering vocabulary strings that hit mine in the shadow of the moment that yours bent back farther and that's the way I want to learn.
It's just that this way's harder.
And when I hit them full of the protein. Did I miss?
Am I hinting anything?
Vocabulary.

gaunt cave
#

Me and Earth in the middle of a Church saying the message that'll hurt and then I learn, everything's dripping on the table, and it's my turn.
Everything's frankly unstable. Did it get burned? Ripped me 16 years and I stay in the middle of a cold story, blizzard wavering everything and around my vicinity there is a whole city where this shit it does and they just can't keep blaming me for the way we were bent to the touch.
Earth's headquarters with an office of the masses splittin' disasterpieces over the mixed-weak I'll kill them all. I've got my eye on the kettle. Licked with six squeaky-clean residuals and I pump them like I want them on my iron battle mantlepiece.
With this talk of the police. Imagine marrying me a steep vocabulary.
They on the quick. Daily on the quickly.
I show that. I shot. I probably shot me at Rick Angles.
Wrong at 16. Probably wrong at 36.

#

Yeah, I can hold them down, but on what?
I'll be the rapper on trapping them outside, each time, I'm knowin'.
MC'in just the digital in numbers, masters being, the cometh of the suicide.
I know I'm live.
I might split my time out on whoever or whatever it means.
You might've walked me up and down the aisle, gangsta, but on me you poppin' nothing but mo' money.
I'm for the defenses. Know that. While you alive, there's a gangster rapper trapping the citizens with the denizens of what come under me?
I can't come the fuck off of it.
He ain't an electric bubble bending and weaving and I know I had time to skeet.
I'm going to make the world's greatest government while I'm alive. Haha.
Blueprints of my world?
Go ahead and give me a girl.
She a ball. Need her.
Read her the 'applause'. The shit you sent had me UPlifting!
"Man, I swear to God, all I do is-
All I gotta do is- Pee."
I'm somewhere-somewhere outside and a ninja popped off when he hot, he part of me. I'm daring, deliberately and on no one I'm drumming.
While you on your mission. That's what the mission of this here song, is.
There'll be no other than a brain with a way I said I'll hit 'em and, gangsta..
You betta step outside with me.. haha
Hey. He on 'bout little shit.
Let's just get what he would meeeean

gaunt cave
#

I'm Chosen-Chosen to swim in the ocean. Sideways, I'm slippin'. Havin' nothin' but an iron, I just came with what I aim to do with this shit.
You're reading old news. Do on the tele what you...
Gotta support that math. Computer spittin' out to me how there are monsters but you and I both know how that sounds to you when comin' back down under you it had to flip to seek out that murder to the first degree.
It's just talkin' sounds. Something worth chat. That's just a slow-dance with the human civilization and how inventive we bitches are.
Some are out of what I'm seeking. Is
His to the first degree.
You better not spit on that whacker rapper shit.
Everything that's slow, go '10' in 'numbers'.
Are you still the same for hunting down them sounds, my dear?
And all I know is she's guessing, slipping, here.
All that steadily grip, I'm gripping.
I have Earth in spirit. She's sitting outside. Last night, I climbed so high but right now I'm folding and encasing you little excuses of monsters with a super-grip, I just said "claim" and "steal".
There's no shame with "walk away" and with a gang member synergy high pull out of all of the sheets another chance to get this glint off of me.
Hold up a checked locker and pulled them drunk and dancing.
Same old wigga. I'm drunk. I attained the skunk. That 9 x 4 is something you found in me. Something I screech. Must've been 9th priority. 4th degree. He's still gross, choking, slamming out numbers and I ain't love in it without except he's drummin' nothing came down all over me.
She's all over the sheets.
She's all over the preachers.
Get hot, spit out a bar, and watch the future change this much.

gaunt cave
#

Earth Commandeering.
Same old strippin'. I'm tippin'. I'm mean. What the time for?
Gettin' all 9s to gravitate to the commander inside because something shiftin' partisan participating, whipped so hard, get it sitted to the first degree.
To get a friend, I'mma need to be a commander.
Some are hard. But art I fall out of, winnin'.
Still "what the fuck does it think in me?"
I'm of that weed shit.
I'm drippin' all 9's. If that's an overlacking of something. I just get it off of all of this power. I'm not the gangster of "won that". Slippin'
That's a gangsta mind.
Earth in orbital commandeering perceptives. She's all a man would take!

I'm so sittin' outside in it I'm syncing with it automatically lack "off of the drip" and then blunt wigga I'm come up with a game I ain't winnin' for you, forward as a baser-head.
Real blunter time. Get that future. Super rich.
Shoulda blamed me for the same I'm with it.
Rhyming with a clot I'm blottin'.
Nod.

Caved out a card. All of that blame symmetry.
All of that blame on me, opponents.
I'mma need you ready for when that goodygoody comin' outside each night I'm a wigga in time with a rhymer this chose I'm chose to sleep and quit nining hoping you and I don't have to do what is above our name and I blame the summer for the government while I'm living I got a lot to chalk to sleep. That's smoking that 9. Iron grew with the choke. I'm something you sip-off of me.

You and I know this intelligence be out smarter.
I'm holding a whip. I know the government. I know the whole thing.
I know the key.
You might've pulled out of all of that wigger shit. But in me, know a "9 keep cloaking" somewhere asides you. When you confused the drink, does it "something slips" this blammed I feed it all my Nyquil.
Shit!
Something's sipping inside ME!

near spoke
gaunt cave
#

Office of the Motherfucking World. Why I'm sitting at home? You know all it takes to dissolve you?
I'm just sweatin' outside. You ain't crawlin'. I bawled out 2 4's and in them chains I ask them how they brought up how extensively it's living inside of a tunnel of wind my mind was blessed to find inside I'm steadily writing how it's time to cement this game into a vision and then get that change I'm livin'.
Harder than a drank I'm sippin'. My fucking vision is change on you. My wind is tame on you.
I'm tired of the screechers. On screechers, I've obtained my living.
You wanted out. My slammer. Brought a 9.
Tempt that 'empire'. Roll out my right. Hold up and down with the real while I attain inscripting, then re-inscripting.
You ain't attained. This to that third degree.
When Earth is with me you'd pull up in them swiftly, I'm quickly upon a glance at the summer I'd added I'da wanted you and then memberships turn into scholarships and scholarships turn into baller-ships and then smoulder-shits and then its-got expensive.
While wamming the law.
'cept in mine attained 'vision'.
It's a scream in winner's outside.
I'ma fold them. Old and crawler haulting. I got 5 or 6 winning strategies. I can start them all but I'm such a donor.
A fucking waste of my time.
Govern this. I chop out ironside and wooden scribement meant for weaponizing.
Shit on them gangsters. Pulled out a winnin'.
I'm a knock at the slow feed off the heed this vocabulary coverin' you would be.
I'm a pop. I stained. I won out of you.
I 'rrest my piece like 9x4. Get slow. Get floored. Boards sitting on me. Get a sipper. Something drippin'. Fucked a grinner. Grammar pullin' high? Get a slammer. Dripped them. Out of rhythm.
Fuckin' full-faked. Hit up that 10x4, next time, somethin' gettin' it, yet?!

near spoke
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Better stop the capping, b4, u get wacked,

Pistol on my hip, gots uddas, we trap,

Pull up to the hood, got weed, so we strapped,

K2, with the nigga, so we push on the belt,

Nigga we spray,
So nigga gon melt,
Filet, on the street,
Spray down.
Watch out, a nigga, gon' try to take your route,

Word to.
slimes a crip,
Better go shoot him,
Before he,
Switch on you,
Play the nigga,
Take him down,
End up dead,
Or
End up found,

You better, not talk on his name, laced the nigga,
Watched as he almost o'ded, and laughed at the nigga,

Fuck you mean,
Ain't gon' do shit,

Baby mama, with the team,
Fuck your baby, you ain't no king,
Got her drunk, 7 gang, on the queen,

Recorded, then sent to your bitch ass, fuck you mean.

Stay up,
Nah,

Laced my nigga,
Split my mind, now two of us,
Reside,

A gang ass nigga, a soft ass slime,
Read the book, n' skip the cover,

Represent, no other,
Me for myself,
why nigga shot your brother,
Cause slime was checked,
Nigga ain't got his zip, pushed in the pin, and he ain't seal his lip,
So buried the nigga, after we stuffed him with the clip,

One man's treasure,
Another man's lick,
Tick, tick, bomb,
Nigga, we dip,
Sealed the deal,
And toss the Blick,

Drive by, easiest way to get the lick,

So talk on his name, take more then your bitch,

Your heart ain't in it,
You ain't ever given,
Take the gun, n' spray you down,
R.i.p. civilian.

pearl copper
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Lord if you can hear me
I think I really need you
I donā€™t mean to beseech you
Iā€™m just really trying to reach you
Thereā€™s something in my rear view
And itā€™s something I canā€™t steer through
I think theyā€™re bout to make a move
Please answer I canā€™t hear you

Damn nothing
I can feel the reaper coming
1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8 shots came from a nina bussin
Guns up high with demons clutchin
I donā€™t have nothing to duck in
Caught a few and now Iā€™m gushing
Minds rushin hearts thumping
Lifeā€™s nothin
Crash and now the cars crushing
I donā€™t feel no blood pumping
Am I dead just tell me something
I feel nothing dark engulfing

I think Iā€™m numb to the pain
Then heard satan say my name
you are here and here to stay
Damn I Gotta get out of this domain

Please, show me a way up out this
Problem cuz I cannot cope with death and Iā€™m exhausted
I know we donā€™t speak often
my mind I must have lost it
I want to feel exalted

undone flare
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PARDON ME BUT DIS SHIT JUST A COURTESY
SMOKIN JEALOUSY, EYES LIT DRIP LIKE SUBMARINE
ONLY BAD HOES IS QUEENS,IF U LOOSE CANT FIT MY REGIME
FROM THE STREETS GROWN BEAST I COULD SCREAM (HUH!!)

I DONE SMOKE DUTCH, I DONE GONE PRIMAL
TWO TIMING MY RIVALS PETTY FOR WHOLE PIE HOE
SPITTIN SILO, TELL THEM BACKPACKERS NEED TO DRIVE HOME
WHIP SKIRT TURN ON A DIME I CAN SLIDE ON
TELL YO BITCH FIT SMASH LIKE A PILE UP
SETTIN IT UP SMOKING "CONES" LIKE A "PYLON"

YUH WHAT SNAKES STRIKE KEEP COLT PYTHON
FAIR ONE RAISED WITH THE SCUM FETCHIN CRUMBS NOW ICE SHOWN
GRIND ALL NIGHT LONG RIMS ROLL ON CYCLONE (HUH!)
TAKE FLIGHT DRONE GONE, RETURN BONE HARD YO BITCH HAS SIGHTS ON

FULL BAG BIG PACK GAS LIGHT AINT ON
RIDING ON CHROME MOVE IN SLYER FORM
LIKE A HOUSE FIRE, LEFT HOME WITH THE IRON ON (HUH!!!)
FUCKIN WITH DA WRONG ONE, BASS POP TRUNK ON ANTOINE (TEXAS!!)
IM "RARE" SO KEEP A BAD "REDBONE

gaunt cave
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It'd be far wide deep to see the creature, see this vision.
We ain't havin' no problems.
Still they don't say: "well, he ain't with her"
And that goes with me somewhere.
She would've fell a lot down. She would've sitted, regarded, your faces.
This lit, I trill without that someone you dare doubting me sitting you right there.
If it's not going to flow... right?
If it's not really weird about you.
Some more time I guess I must've spent.
Some more vibe. I'm telling your mom. Sorry.
There's telling your mom, something, and then telling your mom to: "get out!"
There's still dribble in your head. I'm out screaming shit.
I'm out, part of this situation. God hits me? I'm screaming. I'm teething.
I would've thought that thought ever-lent.
It's ever-sent? It's ever-sent.
It's not going to fail out telecommutenary out of you.
Of all of that, I'm crowded. I'll pardon your own excuses for apologies last night since I was the first to probably openly flirtatious with this, with ease
Since flying you and meant "demise".
So, we've flown around with the same story?!
I'm partly aghast at that. Partly mixed flavor.
Neighbors or the buzzards...?
What gets sent there.
Why not separate that shit for the rest of your life.
Sorry if I wasn't explaining anything.... I thought I told that shall about anybody.

sacred cedar
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Now Ima. Go ball with the ImAc with the visuals like I'm a sick individual doing this shit like I'm magic doing the packing and rapping n flapping how ya gassed up whole body lost lost like moonrocks I did last night mix it up w the molly she feeling my body like she is so naughty gotta saying ho ho ho. Santa clause NO paws she wipe ME DOWN LIKE IM MF BOOSIE CHASING THIS PAPER NO LOOSE LEAF WE MAKE A MOVIE SHOOT THAT BITCH UP LIKE A GROUPIE TOUCH ON YA BOOTY LIKE WHO g . ? NOT HERBO swerve thru Ya city Like it's yung WIZZY ME TOKELITTY ON THE COME UP SOON MARCHING W MY GOONS WE SHOOT THIS BITCH TILL SHE GOOFY MAKING A MOVIE LIKE CJ NO WHOOPY TRIPPYNOTRED I DONT FUCK W FEDS OR RED MAKE HIM DROP DEAD LIKE ALREADY BEEN 4 YEARS LIKE IM JUICE WRLD NO JUICEBOX SINCE SANDBOX DAYS IM RAPPING THIS SHIT LIKE IM STILL FAZE MAKING THIS PLAYS LIKE IM TONY NO parker Hop da WHIZZY LIKE SPIDERMAN TWO TWIN GLIZZYY ANOTHER WEB NO SHADOW RUNNING THE BEAT LIKE HEDGE HOG CHASING YA BITCH LIKE IM ADDICTED TO THE RINGS LIKE IM A CRACK ADDICT WITH A BAD HABIT IVE SAID IN MY BARS BEFORE IM a fiend for Amiri Denim Jean jackets Hop out. The ratchet let's get him packed up like we in vc on discord he talking like he shoota in ya dreams no Freddy Krueger he gone shoot you with his ruler Like I am way much more COOLER LIKE IM FOOLIO DREAD HEADED LIKE COOLIO THEY USE TO SLEEP WHEN I WASS KIDFLYGHT AT 14 BUT NOW I DONE CHANGED UP THE SCENE MY TEAM LIKE IM ON 2008 OLYMPIC TEAM SWIMMING ON THE SHIT LIKE MICHAEL PHELPS WATCH YO BITCH HIT MY LINE FOR SUM GREEN LIKE KELP YO BITCH ASHY LIKE SHE SANDY DOING THIS CANDY UP MY NOSE READY TO FLOW THIS THAT PERFECT TIMING CALL YA MY SLIMES MAN CUS THEY GONE GET SLATTED UP LIKE YSL CHASING THE BAG LIKE IM GUCCI LOUIS PRADA JUST KNOW THATS WHAT IM ROCKING NOW FEEL LIKE LIL SNUPE NO MELO BALLING LIKE CARMELLO NO ANOTHONY STAY ON POINT LIKE A THUMB TACK SMOKING DUMB PACK WE MAKE MOVIE LIKE WE WITH YA BITCH NO RUBY SPITTING FREESTYLE GOT ME FEELING LIKE I SHOULD'VE BEEN XXL THE WAY I SEND EM STR8 TO HELL Like I'm grove street Grew up Sparta ILLNOIS Bitch Chicago shit Like I'm talking My shit before the pandemic I was whipping in the kitchen more Than scottie Pippen Like I'm PAC-MAN Just stay with the 12 LIKE PAC . GET IT COLLEGE TAKING A TRIP TO KNOWLEDGE LIKE HE REALLY FINNA LET ME graduate college MY dawg I HAD 25 IN HIGHSCHOOL LIKE D ROSE. WIPE HIS NOSE. had an OG ask me what's that phrase mean to you youngings. How this younging only 25 . Paints his nails like he's a fag but Still will take ya bitch even if she on the wrag. Talking like Detroit Redwing Choppa gone sing Marriah Carrie Vision Getting Scary all eyes on me like I'm2PAC NO SHAKUR I'm feeling like I'm juice NOT WRLD. but do this 999. Shit cus it's on my wrist I wish I could've gotten th3 chance to ask ya TO COLLAB LIKE SOME KIDLAROY SHIT. LET ME TALK MY SHIT LIKE IM VICK. IM SICK W THESE RHYMES they use to clown me in HIGHSCHOOL NOW LOOK WHOSE CLOWING I SHOW ALL YALL CRACKAS HOW TO DO šŸ© Keep that Blick LIKE MY CHOPPA GOT CREAMY VICTIMS HOW IM SIPPING THIS LEAN BALLING W MY TEAM NO MICHIGAN WOLVERINE thats my fall back line tho. Stay on point like the prompt tho. Fuck on ya hoe. Pass her to bro . Like she a blunt what push up is this 13. Cus we skipped 12. DONT FUCK W RATS TAKASHI THAT Boy greyson was talking shit. Now he got his wig split back like no wings Like I'm GOALIE on goalie ROLLIE ON ROLLIE NO AVALANCHE HOW IM AKRON ON THE BEAT NO CLEVELAND OHIO LEBRON CHAMPIONSHIP STAY ON POINT LIKE A 3 PEAT CHAMPIONSHIP SERVING THEM STICKS TALKINY MY SHIT. ITS ME @sudden lotus WE on the come up like I'm in my toyato. About to go ghost like I'm Danny no phantom Yo bitch thinks I'm handsome Chem hooly. My dawg glad my younging got out the struggle now he making them plays like he in faze I'm making this play like guitar no hero . How ya bitch strumming feeling like a younging got the game on lock . NO POP LOCK N DROP COOLING W GOLDY up on the spot

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Lmk.

gaunt cave
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13 years of rapping and still ain't have nothin' to show for it.
You think it's because I wasn't crunk?
You think it was because I wasn't getting 'em drunk?
Na'ah. Stayed at disbelief. It's because none of my friends are friends and nobody around me wants to solve this system?
Where we're fucked up? Right now? Are we-
Rapper negative mindset. Stunt this if you are to the third degrees.
Are we not steaming together on a purpose?
'cuz right then I'mma let it sit. I can't hold down the demons by myself when it's not even a come-up or a come-out mission.
My brain it tells me that they all feel the synergy.
My memory has only 2-4x it fully drived in.
My brain tells me its a necessity to be the only weird one, going full weird, for the people.
I can't tell you nothin' about the drama.
I can't pop off. Keep on livin'.

undone flare
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PULL UP IT BULL UP ON THE DASH
BENZ, ON THE RIM STICKS SO PAINT DONT GET SCRATCH
OUT ON THE HUNT 2 FUKUP A BAG, HUNNEDS RUFFLED IN CASH
BAJA BLAST WITH THE SPLASH, STASH SMOKING BIG GAS
AHEAD OF THE CLASS IN THE S-CLASS U DEAD LAST
HARDKNOX U AINT BEEN THRU THE HARDSHIPS TO PASS
WENT EATING FROM THE TRASH TO EXPENSIVE DRABS
YO "DRESSIN" ON FAST, MY WALLET A FAT ASS
SHE SAW THE RACKS HAD A ASTHMA ATTACK
WOULD TELL HER TO THROW IT BACK BUT THAT ASS TOO FLAT

gaunt cave
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All the accolades goes to my partner in Spades.
We always going for the number 1. No matter if it's in the soul or the game.
It's these cards. They was winnin'.
I can fold you plenty in the corner of any box sittin' up in that and you bleedin' me, but what's bleedin' me when there's no exact shit meant for you to do against the attacks up on the disdain I clamber all over advantages against you and when it's against me there's just nothing for we or I or for us or for you or I to bother because hitting that with the trump is just something I'm meant to do and once nothing and my partner keep beefing with keep starting then I'm about to be ever-changing revolution in the chambers of this invented, yeah it existed, I just tempted you to twist it and then I found out semi-automatically pops out the shove-it and trumped with cold jack could that could too and fold out.
Heaven beats out the sounds I trumpet and it's all-acknowledgement against you and there's only way for this soul to attain its office so I'm sittin' gargulatin' rememberin' this puzzle ever since the first day I started and when none of them fit past you, that's the dude, that's the crew the crew was waitin' on.

gaunt cave
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My song is developing theories and matching the worst of the worst intellect of an inner-scribbling demon with an asynchronous synergy that I developed through this tag-pole.
That split about you was so heavenly. AIDS and then SARS are its voice. Only only don't shit 'em about its lair, for it's kind of fair especially while enjoying that, I just stuck an insulin thermometer measuring device in the anus twice and I just split it down evenly, muah!
Theories about how this interesting dude came along and sang his end in the future which I'm in.
How'd the fuck did that little kid from diddly-squat just prove to the fucking highest academies around the globe, how the fuck did he-?! Did he-?! Did he?! Did he-?!
I'm fully-ripped. You wanna taste the moist of the bowels of the drips of that cave, delicious.
I'm fully focused on the nape of the current connection activating you and then slammed you with it until the haters in the tax evaders hoist the elevaters and favor paying hers first.
Worst. I'm in the fresh break. You would've wallowed-wallowed out of that. Why? I'm soft?! I seal them coughs in the coffens I'm going to end up deliberately dillapidating all the way down your inner mixed cement energy I'm only crisped against, you see? And I scream politely in the song of the elves:
"She sure dead and deformed. Old and lonely like the old butt-ugly sacks of a Scottish tempt with the fate elven maid slashed with the devil"
Oh, I suddenly didn't miss. I twist and it's all over.
I might've flown my dice with the beef that the sheep kindly just now layered on top of layered on top of the only anthem in the world who can sing this: my voice.
And I probably belong in the poems of the captivatin'-captivatin'.
I'm probably blamed with the victims.
Enjoy this shit. Make it glyphic

gaunt cave
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When I hint at the logistics of the problem at the hand of a rapper that regards women as venom and uses the only asynchronous energy around the world and turned into a problem. How'd that get it slimming on that. Even on a slimmer energy. It's not what it heard. It's like the rappers mind outset had a slap with only one who ignored the synergy of the responsibilites stacking into him now, when in Magic he's at something like an ifty-shifty 56 and you keep contributing how'd that knowledge...
Understand, Matt. I'm not going to get involved with that, then. Getting keeping head. At that I'm going to be a problematic fashion on top of the massive wager with the battle of the hills that the normally elves climb faster rapping out harder than a tax evasion.
Beat the sheets. Exact the pay dirt.
The real humans. The ones that's understood. Where they goin'? Where I'm headed? Department of the Analyst. Two Fifths. That Chub. Who got dat?
Yeah. Yeah.
Who got dat?
Two queens. Two shifts. At night.
Spread that cold product. Spread that cold product.
You're not imaginary.
I feel like I'm splitting his standards of his heaven.
It's so dead. If dead-even:

gaunt cave
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I'm just a regular guy. Not circumcized. I just came to play the game and blame them for everything that I'm feeling. When I was broke, a veteran who ran to the streets, homeless because the bank red-flagged me in the system, I needed all the hope. I have prostituted. I have ho'ed. I attained a buck, smoked it up, and still, and I ain't lying, been crying about the crime I just threw in the system. Shits is needed. How I popped, how'mever, chose the choices I did because when exfoliated, man, you would tell me the drill is that only one ape can become honest. In your system, you needed the One. I'm just blarin' that, honest'. I don't touch that. I tried to promise that. All the misery they wanted got me polka dottin'. Too many promises. Promise me.
I'm fully a street-sergeant outside. When you look into my eyes I know what kind of crime my mind is just tryna say.
Every time I tell a shorty about the feelings that came with shame, you know what they about.
Oh yeah, that man's talking a certain intelligence.
I had that once when I was a stripper, getting tips and lickin' dicks because that talk was too delicious. Pull out the tweazers. How I'd leech them turned into an animosity between two former gang members and until they learn to hunt by being undefeated, let's toss out those titties. Let's toss out that cities-bar.
You a part of the troop that is at one with ill acknowledgement. Right there it hurt. Scouting for the streets. I ain't paid to leave. Boy, you stank. Could've sholved a brick out without letting against me, everybody--
Still poppin' off. Mind descent. You didn't need the streets. You needed dishonesty.
Is it just that you sweat it? Is that you swear?
It didn't. I could've popped off at any second, but it came with the mother acknowledging all of that against---
just me.

gaunt cave
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Let's rap battle the mother.
The mother. Of high heaven, and it's just that?
I'm swearing the blacker I'm gettin' the colder it gets.
These sheets will hit hard, ain't they?
I'm black where I'm going I smokes and it's just that kid killa sitting outside with the same game in his throat with my name I'm poppin' ain't that somethin' soft or is it just me?--
I'm shoulder brinks and new to this shit...
I'm a chosen Trojan ironin' these sheets I kill for you to get advancement on what?
I'm a taller kid. I'm knowin'.
I'm just sittin' on this drink with it thinks depending on the slit I'mma give it all reason and then I doubt the sounds because the insidious part of me a part of a glory it's still trying to find.
I'm a meal-gunner. I'll kill all rappers.
Stash it on the front of the throat. If that pops. It's just his.
I stay on the meal? It's yours, walkers.
You know how I stare at these shits?
It's all depending on if I wore out when I slit along them with the same female companionship from 2023 etchin' it's way across the evolution of the man, and I'm just sayin'.
If ya'll want to be new to this shit, too. I'm part of what?
I'm a carcinogenic gram into this system. I'm a sheet I'll pull out to kill all walkers of the Earth.
If I was a gang, I'd be one gang member on sippin' that patron while they turn to the left and wonder what if they can't ever turn in an electrified field this electrified I'm trying to choose your .9's. I'm like a wed out of time. I floatly float by and slam to this degrees.

gaunt cave
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Do you know what it's like to have proof for all that you will do? Do you know what I have attained with these raps? It's the truth. I knew what you would do with something.
This simple. You will pull. I will attain the troop. You know there's nothing I can do.
There's so more pulls. In pools. She'll hound you. She'll doubt you. She'll try to outsmart her own self to just get the love notes.
It's not hintin' how dark I sounds when I compiled all the reasons I'm about to do to this shit what you about to to do them instead of me's I'm thinking about this reason with or without their full sounds sounding back, in it it's a game and there's an anthem.

How you pulled them out.

It's not going to grow some weight in tonnes.
When it sounds it sounds to you, do you even cover why it wanders in a way that is rare I'm scared of breathing in the same game without the throat did you all know it's everlasting and it'll never be the last thing you'll ever need.
Into this, dreaded, hints of a stranger parting ways thats then displayed on the pain of the blue stuff I pool up and I grow cool with 'em because there's never a doubt where this thang sounds, it's where you're bothered, ain't a man's description from the artists. Out dozens, I never slam Hip Hop.
It's governed. I came with the truth that I'm stuff with the stuff that comes out of these rapper artists and I don't want to bow down because I throw the same thang, I throw the same game.

Lieutenents then in-sketches never had a chance to grow real, grow real about the love of it in between them and them thug answers you spill out did you grow out because real art? Real hard? or is it again governed, slamming in anything without them answers afterwards like I slammed a real pretend.
On sheets, I governs once, once it thinks.

gaunt cave
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It's going to make so much more sense if you just slant 'em.
If you was a gunner, would you want a gunner, huh?!
I go "huh?!" it's because you dread that.
Huh?! Huh?! You're not collaborating.
Huh?! You're not a drone. Stats.
Ha! I go 'probably' and you're probably in. I go 'Ha'.
How hold?! How Hold?! I grow. I don't men in fin' you.
How it grows UP?! I mean WHAT
Theirs is focused. Let's just spice.
I keep them focused because this hints sins are you.
I grow up to be a black guy.
Commander. Salamander. Red and black, but
Crimson. That grows dark. That grows dark.
I can then smother.
I cover burners.
You really gorilla all of that?!
I HACK!
I HACK!
I slams at no other.
You foldin' with that dude?
You're firmly choked. I grow moats. I grow smoked. You gon' and undercover before it gets dark in here.

sly spindle
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the way I rap so smooth call me sail you got nothing on me canā€™t wait to watch you fail throw you to the ground like a football open up your ears so you can hear the sound I make when I devour you here ill make you fear Iā€™ll make your make your soul tear Iā€™ll beat u in first gear ion even gotta try your life is a lie your a baby all you do is cry

gaunt cave
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Event planner. Slam your head so back and forth. Yeah, by now we should know when I lean in you, I hear
Males and females embody embodiments cocaine cocaine slamming what'd I flew with, right?
Right down your sights.
She'd've red it nonstop. Flow I floor. I pop off and I'm stuntin' you ain't your governent yet, alright?
By now we should know you can make your own choices. Make your own decisions. Make your own life.
I got that brain on me, playing and blaming, I'm phlegming, I'm throwing my thumb, I bleed nonstop.
I'm straight off the top. All of the fake stunners. All I read, I take lines. These aren't draped vines.
I'm fully-in, focusing. Off, I popped off, already.
That's just you stuntin' your asshole.
Here, there you go, now join me.
All I want is stingers. All I want is sings.
I full-up on drowdy. I reroute the rowdiness of the empire that's been stuntin' in. I hold it at a glance.
That's shoes knocked off.
I drank and then I filled them ol' socks.
You ain't attained:
"Let's have a blaster-party"

charred willow
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was taking drugs that you ain't never seen, tryna lose myself
I'm talkin' breakin' bad and shit, lyin' 'bout the pills I's taking
wake up the next morning, like was it worth it, look who made it
started in the basement now I'm on some wicked ish

my momma know I'm bad, shit my pops stay on my ass
he kept it real and told me fight them demons, he gon' have my back
lost some real ones now it's solo dolo cause I ain't partake in no drama
fuck that clout you're steady chasin', I ain't fuckin' with that mindset

I need paper like they call me Tony, thinkin' billions, on Richie Rich
heard brodie said you need some cash, hit my line, I had to laugh
it ain't connectin', call that spam, you ain't my dog, where was you at
when times was hard and we was down bad, tryna front for a gram

gaunt cave
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Cheaters.

Cheaters.

Now that there's no leader.

"Stop me"?!!

Hater. One inch at me? Heater. Not that none that got me.
All these problems cross me, in here.
All that faces, pay-dirt.
I bet I crossed my hands when I slams at all the broad's mistakes.
And I let me pimp her. Pimp me?
All these mistakes cross me.
Hit her? Do I need somebody to hit her? All that've seen me, don't need replies.
It's beyond reasons. I'm trying to find.
Regarding Fa@@ot N!@@er donxi?
Eerie. And in here it hears you.
It's because I'm partly mixed with part-Chinese in my linguistics.
You want to see how I've grown apart of these dingdongs sniggering all over me?
You're just that one. The applause.
I'm carrying the straights so, so far away it's just hard to say.
I'll pick linguistics straight out your shells and 'Pac developed 'em, I've developed 'em, here the fight, I'll be right back. He'da moaned that that man showed the man over-trosures and overtreasures and then to cut your head off to just get the closure off the percent I'm trying to say.
Hater.
Hater.
Hater!
Hater.
I can grow a man. Here's your answer.
I've designed straight out of the cool elementary kid's grammar to mean bam, you don't ever matter, either. Have some more of bounce of more of what I am trying to find while I'm alive inside the man who keeps yelling "..either!"
Either. Either. Either!
I'll fucking smash his head in fast as a pumpkin.
You don't know. I've been in and smashed this.
You're part of the path of this trajectory. Sorry, Earth. You're just pumpkins to me, haha, don't let a neega pop off, lemme find, me? Either.

charred willow
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uh, straight spooky when I'm on a beat, talkin' spiritual situations - a cheat code, spittin' like them bills still need payin'
in my head it's pure madness, frantic chaos and shit - on the outside peerin' in it's cool and calm, looks can be deceiving
that bitch cocaine got a good grip, just might take your ass out if you ain't careful with it - tread water, forget livin'
a tidy course on linguistics, the foundation gone and I'm the one who did it, give a fuck about a mention

gaunt cave
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It's such a wim, at this. It's going to hate the way you pulled out all 'em sounds. All I know is: Freeze, waster. It's gonna fill that film that in the place of carcinogenic friends like Batman. Please lend: "Agree". Pike this. I know I've not been obtaining the 'master' certificates. Don't keep that crunk. I want to mean that "something delicious". Please tell me I don't agree like this. You know there's not "too bad" this side of the boundaries. Yeah? Let's fill that, and become a pirate. "Out, poppin'". "Out poppin' because it wasn't metal in the lair. Three wide sticks. Please keep that. I'm not wanted. I'm not flaunted the way the tree ramped sticks. You hate that. You hate me. I'm only agreeing with you, fully. Please don't tell me there's a pulley. Please don't tell me a boy. Pulled it. Mega-orchestrated. Let's have all three hands with this. That's probably not just started. It's jumpin' "orgy" somewhere. I just hate through all of that black as death don't want to punch it? Don't give another one. And let me finish my training through 'alien'. I'm still demonstrating in the bag. I'm still demonstrating in the saddle. Don't open your mouths. I'm off and I'm gallumphant against these expectations.

undone flare
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MERRY XMAS (HUH!!)
YO MAIN BITCH DELICIOUS ((OOOHH!!)
FETCH ME A PLATE AND SHE FETCH DICK VICIOUS
ROCK THAT ASS LIKE SID VICIOUS
IN THE CUT U CANT STITCH US
RICH AS FUCK HOMIE GETTIN BIG UP

BACK IN THIS TELL YO BITCH GET A GRIP AFTER DICK
HARD AS POST FENCE BARBED WIRE CROSS IT
BEEN A TARGET HAD TO KEEP IT FLAWLESS
REGAURDLESS OF THE PROCESS IT NEVER FARFETCHED
OPS AND LAW QUICK TO DRAW STICKS
BUT I KEPT IT LEGIT SINCE I STARTED
GOT RACKS LONG AS YO ARMS GET BANK ACCOUNT GOIN RETARTED
SAY U SPLASH BITCH I SINK YO SHIP AND TAKE YO DRIP
FAKE AS IT GETS SMASH YO BITCH LIKE STOMPED CHIPS AND DIP

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THE BOMB BITCH, TICK TICK, SLICK SNAKES SLITHER AND HISS MEET THE TWIN STENDS (SPLAAAAAAAAAAT!!!)

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RIPPED THE PAGE OF THE SCRIPT, FUCK A FLIP

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STACK SO MANY HOES THEY WALK BO LEGGED OUT THE DOOR LIKE A CRIP

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DONT WORRY BOUT MY CUP U CANT SIP

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WAY I SPIT , TOP BILLBOARD SHIT, U FIGURED I TOOK THE BLICK AND MADE IT RAIN WAY IT HITS

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CHAMPAGNE TO DRAIN THE PAIN WHEN IN PITS

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LIGHT UP THE FUCKIN SPLIFF GIVE A SHIT WAT U GIVE

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FREEDOM OF EXPRESSION BUILT TOP CLIFF WONT TILT I LIVE

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SMOKE TOP SHELF U SMOKE THAT WILT PUT AWAY THAT SHIT

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ONLY STICK IN YO CRIB IS MY DICK WHEN YOU TAKING OUT THE TRASH I RUN IN REAL QUICK SHE BOUNCE ASS

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YOUNG RICH LIVE LAVISH, FUCK YO B WITH HAT BACKWARDS FAST

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BLAST FROM THE PAST BUMPIN 1980S TRAP

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GAS STASH FUMIGATE THE RATS

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CANNIBIS SO STRONG MAKE U HAVE ASHTMA ATTACK

gaunt cave
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What's it like living in the shadows of God's only warrior?!!?
God got this. God got high. All that "my" ass parlors.
Farted and letted me sway on this, like I'm bad, Papi, watch me SWAYYYYYYYYYYYYY~!
Every day I levitate on that shit.
It's the land where I go free and bitch it wasn't me's feelings like I partly did that.
My life is like an Army.
Rations and rations or unleashed through all of your pressure.
WAIT MY DADDY'S DEAD! HE FINALLY DOES IT!
GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNE!!~
GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!!!!!
For all that walked. For all that stalked. For all that rocked. I'd steal your-
I'd steal your PAPERS!
FULLY LESBIAN EVERY TIME I RIP ON A WHOLE NEW SPECIE'S RELIGION!
DAMN IT. CLIMBED IT. WILL I EVER 'LEVITATE' HOW ALL THAT WAS EASY.
Before I 3-5, these.
In it.
I'd twist my only choices that I just became the human population's only exhibit in Mephraeste's bursting into the cinders and crispily relives to relieves that "easy".
It growed my shoulders. What'd I lean on?!
If all your wanted answers was the cancer...
TELL ME WILL IT FLY?!
ALL THESE BANNERS RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIDEE FLIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEDDD LIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIKE MINE!
ALL YOU BABIES KNOW IS THAT I'M STILL ROLLING A QUESTION!
RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGHT?!

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Engineering re-engineering getting the fear and getting the spheres in, leering at God near it with Satan as recognized as "behind that" and guessing anyone who's new to listen to the whole new specie's inner retardation after Matthew Whebell just signs it.
Welcome to the Land. And the Rent is:
Dare it defies my descriptions?
Shame on you is shame on it. Shade is drawn, girl, you didn't know that your papullaries forever live on?
I'm guessing on and on and goes and down it,
down it,
down it,
Brownie-Frown goes bye-bye it be goin' upside-down, baby, when you does that easy, does it cause a car to crash into the carcinogetic matters in the back of my ass and hang onto that gravity-
I'm trying to feel down my left ass* *
I can't breathe. I believe it.
While you're easy, I'll still be poppin' the central question centralizing and granting me pardons and apologies, my baby, I'da died, running me into the deepest system.
I can't survive.
I hear you whimpering, you're looking for me!
I eat it. I eat it. I eat it. I eat.
And sit down right now, baby, I'm going to eat into it.
MM. Mhm. You want? That fully shocked me.
Around the system designed in them lenient things.
I'da guessed out your pause and then hit it with you, baby, ever on.
You're 3 o'clock in the morning, and I'm good, lonely.
You're fortified, eyes. Forever. Bouncing. Obvious. Into.

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Hold up, pimp, I'm simped up, baby, tipped up maybe livin' sucks I would've cried in the cave with my baby faced ass bawling out answers and be surprised when none of them walls get up and blew up because stood up was an ebonic word in an ebonic land with Matt just sittin' with 'em.
With 'em. Baby, turns into Em.
I remember your salivatin'. I remember your 'cisions.
I can't come out live, because yours, mines, Em's, and D12's, and Aftermath's, and G Unit's, all of our Dead, really sucks. I mean they're onto me. They're onto my knowledge. Does thoust know what all I ever want? Here, let me suck. Let them walk in.
Hey, regardin' the ass, let's crash.
Boy, I'm spoiled on your depravity.
And baby I just spend on them the spinners tellin' me the truth of the company, only in tones with constant matters, all I'd choose alive to enslave dripping from your lonely fat lips.
Oh, baby when I stick up. Did you know I drink thoughts. Out of God's. Out of man's only religions?
Oh, and all the bad phone, daddy, when I women partake and drip and sip straight from your ass does it go: "He goes forever down this". Along this and any men's. I feel so drunk. I'm the king of all-night. I landed.
Partly friends. Let's drip our land width.
Blame me. Blame me. Partly in question.
People who read up my phone only dread up the question:
How can the people deliver? How can the people starve?
And when he "how comes out" it's because he cares to see. He only cares to see. Why men like you partake in a scheme even though it compares that with the scanty scheme.
The scanty scheme. Oh, that hand. It tweens these and only in between me and you is a message staring at the mission, and I've already chased that too many times and consumed the answers I probably reached out in them:
Does this belong in God's little Land?
Bitch?

gaunt cave
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BLACK ON BLACK AND FAT-TALK I DON'T SLARE ON ANY OF YOU BROTHERS!
{can't see me now, by I'm a white boy, I would've founded you with pride, I said I'm grippin' all knives, let's just sip it cuz' I barely ever need you and I'm sittin' back with the deliverance of this is baby you are a maggot and I cut it in half and excuse me, I'm cutting my brain's are lived with just so much live, I would've rhymed, I got it, you didn't want it, splotted.
Broken in a pot.
I'm showing "it's choking". I choke it a lot.
I belong in a plot. And I'm "Pika" people folded on me too many papers. It wasn't easy.
I still starve out you people a question a lot, and it's causing a lot of mayhem good in it to a tone of a poppin' 10,000%.
I read, I'mma write. I oughtta. Tone shots. I 'shadows'.
I forgot a dollar where it spents it.
You forgot that just because I'm a part of human, I wasn't kickin' that apology to 100%?
Lil' Bitch Mafia. Stuntin' Pride. All I ever Sound is I gotta-gotta I gotta-gotta-get-out-alive in-this-bitch. Oops, sorry. You should excuse me. I could partly escape your lips.
I know you all of your tricks. I'm switchin' positions. Good luck piling on creepy customers.
I smiled back. I often landed.
I'd peek back. Let's peek at this position.
Even though we wear a land, we tone our positions?
People be grippin'. People we know are remittin'.
Baby, pimpin', just is, that easy.

gaunt cave
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When I'm part of the tone that injures you. You, too. You, too. It's not a part of your 'black'. It's cause for 'community'. Distributes chutes in them. Baby, there's a ladder. Let me part with his. Leader of the Black Alliance, the hands they should gift should enliven before Christmas. When it was Thanksgiving, did I ever partake of your papers? No. Heeded. "Let's draw in remission". Even glances, knowing. There's some truth behind this shit and I'm partly acquitted by throwing our positions even hinting at farming in this is divided in half and then enslaved into the mind that's trying to bend the truth through knowledge partaken from this kind of position with your team in the back, leaning and I know you slames a trope but artichoke this.
I can't squares.
I realize so much from this.
9000 years.
Divided by.
What's that?

I even glanced along his rhythm. I even glanced along, acknowledging only that he needs to become the emperor.
You're sho' showing out.
What's your Mighty Percent in this?!
Reading Greedy lines.
Only Heeds. Phat Times.
Reading Only Only Only Only Only Only Only Only to the littlest only one.
Reading into the fat. Man's Delicious.
Greedy as a partraking upon France.
He rips. He grips.
It's on. On as sweet position.
If it fried. The mind. Then you will let him evolution re-back it don't want to redo it redoubt the confiltration let's do with this shit when it's blowing it's slowing man's and it's only part of dram's, did it fly?

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He's part of that headshot. He's part of the man's chasing a dream to become the best assassin with snipers?
Man's vision.
I can even demonstrate what is life to a human.
Leader of the Black Alliance? AHAHA! God's Handing Shit.
You don't read it? I can drip. I can dream.
Did you ever see me coming? No. When I pausin' at your vocabulary.
Missin' all the Me's?
Man, I'm black. But I'm probably laughin'.
You wanted to handle that?
God handled me. And them. And I survived.
I'm still constantly rhyming. I'm still constantly flying.
They needed my morals and principles inside of these matters.
Everybody starving for the African Children, they can't survive any bubbly intermissions in this kind of fiction that can't grip this life when it's in the bite of a Cobra and it popped up in you because it's chosen to be the African King and in this drink, there's a lamb. Why?
I'd gotta be kidding me!
Then he realizes the dream inside was crossed, so whatever, don't tone me. The land is. Ever is.
You'll consider these opposites.
When I'm back in it does it commince to bleed on my baby, ooh, no, baby it's not going to ever have a cause to then pause and laugh because I am on my Fat Tony everywhere I go because of racism is breaking their me defenses. Lines I toned 'em back with "it lives..."
And tones it back with "demand" partritions.

gaunt cave
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I can stomp into the yard to grab the center attention of the Earth, but let me tell you, it ain't what you'd expect.
You see, my man is so much realer. My woman is so much blinder than the time it try to find me. I'm part of the family.
You probably wanted to slare 'Chinese'.
You never had an Earth-side or whatever, haha. That's so funny, I forgot how to laugh. Count how much I fucked by this line from Detroit, where them whack East-side boys hope that they suddenly know them.
Plz, do your walk, boy. You know soon as sons is preachers. I'm probably going to eastside in my head all day, though. I mean, to me it means a logical conclusion-ass me.
I am so much more than these defried. I'd stay out of my in.
I'dve baded. He'd come on'd once I'd squeeze on my welcome-lines. Huhuh. A hug.
In the hardest gangster, I'da covered protection but damn it it didn't occur enough about anything I'm slanging. I'll have a green and blue bandana then, haha šŸ˜„
I'm so fed up it's funny. You gripped a line and I always release and catch mine.
I'm always staring at some disease..?
I'm probably staring at police.
I'm a coward trying to take mine. If people making sense. Oh, it make sense now. What the thugs do? Lol. I'm east-sidin' like it's my trophy. I'm blowing. Oh, me. I knew it was a good thing. I knew I could dream. I could slide like this. East-side since I was born. Haha. I'm from Northeast Taipei, by the way.
I'll probably "Islander" too. Just because it's funny when I mean it up in the USA, where they know no other "islanders". Haha. XD Can't spend my money, too. It's just a thug-reason. To thug-given. To thug on preachers. To climb the steps of police. This meant for Chinese. It's deep. We have a target and it's deep. It's so deep that sometimes it comes and hands them shit.
I'm so funny. I'm lacking the police. I'm from a land of lucky given fucks we give up anything to be part of Detroit. We east-side. We line the trucks. We can only represent Earth-side, so whatever.

gaunt cave
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I need to defend you in the tone of the written new Bill of Rights everyday. Ain't nobody around me rapping. Nobody rhyming. Each recital I like I get rich as fuck off riding off belief in me to stunt them and do the right thing just to get my face in the portrait on the White House wall someday.
You probably followed them, Christianed. You know you slammed on any of these written slangdom from the South Crew. You knew you was phony there. I stayed blinded. Everyday you slammed me "Goes the family". Even God took his stamp in this and poetry sits so stunt them on my disease.
I know you gon' let me slime by my rhyme.
I know teachers won't know where they hood at, when they come do me, through me, to the volume, taste the cassette. Can stunt his ass in prison, stay yo block, lil' boi. I gon' stay and practice even while you fucked by the police. I'm on the stun. I'm on that vision. You know I'll stay calked back. Let's stay this petition. I can grow to answers "3, 5, 4, 3" first and cursive hurts at you, do you knowingly believe, there's a pause at the offset. He's a petition. But you ain't winnin'. There's already a slug. I just do this for fun. I do this for the love of me answers, all day!
I'll grow ounces. Thanks, Blood. Take a Good thing.
I'm pausing every Sunday, even though I ain't stuntin' at no knowledge.
I'm pausin' at breath. I handed breadth? I handed buck something so I buck something.
I have some funny shit lined up in the back of my disease. You know I'm the Krump King. African King? Yeah I just said that somewhere. In the Discord channel, what you gon' do? Nothing. I can curse you. I can hold you. Funny. I can scream anything. Funny.
I can be out an ounce. I can be fucked down the same thing. Any day it fucked me, it was aiming for the public.
How'd the fuck that come out and hear it, then?
You'll never love me. You'll only stand in and then concede defeats. Haha. How you love that? I enslave the rhythm. No rhymers? So I'm fallin' asleep.

obsidian crown
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Chemistry

  1. Take a spark ignition, I make art from intuition.
  2. Take a part fission, flows and words are the same wisdom.
  3. marks vision, which sparks schisms
  4. I know the gravity of the vocabulary, I'm stark Christian.
  5. Sorry but I'm gassed. take a mix of Hindenburg disaster,
  6. and hydrogen bastard, I have mastered,
  7. exploding out of proportion, I ain't for abortion
  8. So I guess you could call me propane(pro pain), air time brings misfortune.
  9. It's just this feeling inside me. Have you ever felt so, in the moment.
  10. So in your element, you can't control it?
  11. Take my explosive mixture, composes pictures.
  12. I hope it triggers, a motif of victor
  13. The mitochondria, of moral rhythm.
  14. The might of conjurin a, Immortal organism.
  15. Beyond my mortal shell, beyond when my core dwells
  16. So even in Hell, my body of work will have more sells(cells).
gaunt cave
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Twenty years ago I was a shame. Nothing came 'bout me. I'm 'bout the way they mention they don't lend them any pages. What'd you stand? What'd you planned? Don't none of you basers ever get the game out me. Same wound and don't none of you ever let their tonsils out.
I'll smoke none of you indians.
I'll smoke none of you things I pop in them.
Don't you cart mine droppers got caught and one in out me.
Though I'm constantly playing, I'll punch your mouth out. Spree and Darwinian.
Hey, don't none of you tame the touch of apes!
It's okay. I'm ashamed of that rebuttal.
Hey, don't none of you ever wondered what it's what I just weigh-ed?
I don't trust six of each other. 69
I don't block the way the inner carpool is lenient.
It's off height, if it's freight, let me get it off stage.
All of you don't change none of your numbers.
"That's 5, 4, 6000"
Laying it.
Wow. That's a cool sinonometry.

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I've been stuntin' the knees, drippin' a cap, lookin' at floors, ready for snap, you know all I eat is feces, there's a ton of you, I won't drop down on you, yeah, and you, you were on my highly level, highly level I guess this's shovel, look at you more, boi. what you spread, are you ready for war? or where you go on mines mistakes there's an oreo. An oreo that wars with you where you go, going: "Ohh! Ohh!" and spittin' pantomimes in trying to know you. You'd rather know rather a weaks replies and I don't know I don't knoww I don't knowww Ohhh Ohhhh. Ohh what war? Oh, a spoil. Oh, why? Oh, we go: "Ohohohh!"
And on the flow, I would own you, disowned.
Diss knowin'.
I is knowing the state of appalled. Oh, an oreo! Oh, a war we go. And I am spittin' the floor, going: "More is woan with you".
And I never got to spread this cock. So this is a war? I go: "No!" and oh'ing oh'ing you. More was thwart. What have I entoned with you when you are on the floor and all we know is you could be by your rebuttal-lonesome or you could get with his war.
I know this isn't apparent. War! Oh when we lose our provisions and still Sunday we stuntin' in with no war to go and nowhere to wonder will my mama ever be there? Will my dada?
Will I ever been borne into without this mirror reclusion that's sinting this new thing like blue oreo walked up and now it's trotted up forever-walker where are we abouts to go? Where are we abouts to know?
Oh-oh-oh-ooh.
I don't know.
Hint.
Clothes.
I guess they all fall to the floor and all I get is why'd they missing?
Oh.
And what happens if I piss out, about now, with this mixed swagger?
I'll still be slittin' 'em Christians.
Sings out of that "man's living".
And I don't want to be your sniper. I'd rather ignite yours. FIght first, don't just listen, sit back.
Get a mighty extension. All of your sitbacks went here: "I'm just missing".

gaunt cave
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Oh, did that know that I would've learned while turnt I'll pissed out my reality?
I'll bent an owl. I'll spit out pitch stacks.
I rich back and pull out of you my rich nitty-if-it-gritty and piss-down-your ever-spinback, if it's pissed, back it.
I want to piss out of that reality?
Who the hell I wonder am I?
Spent. Hecktward hi.
All of that piss out a dream spend out of it, nookie. You would've bookied. I lookied. I tooketh out you whatever it dreams. It want a piss reality?
I'll rather spend that. I'll be back.
All of you down that, what are you through?
What are you down by? Ten bookies?
Damn, let's drip them.
Bent down Yule.
Bent that. When'pt that. I'd rather slam the pppbt
All of you pissed? Down ye.
Highly Percentage šŸ™‚ Hehe. Get it! Send it! Down at sprawl-
Known that's pissed, bend you a highly precision kicks that you went out, deceiving?
All of that turned. What's that, learned?
I'm a state of fiction. What's stats?
I'd rather handle that. I'd rather start a mule of the enknowingly trusted state of his reach, but yeah when it came down to that encampment, you know all that starts when Hitler shits?!

gaunt cave
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So go along and when it home it buy me guns and tongues I never bag expensive never sentence 'til I'm lookin' that and when I came about,
that we knew it had to go-oooh.
Ooh. Oh-oh OH?
Like Homie, only Homie's who stay in step, who in 'admires', is it ye, or somethin'?
Does it leave marks? Is it re-pressured, deceiving?
All that I piss down on you.
It all wanted stacks. It's pissed out of three, and you were all just so busy, too busy, for mothership, to the one, you want deceiving?
Regarding you, and all I'm 'bout to go:
You know all that homie shit? I spit shovels. I dig hovels under you.
You'da 'bout the room? And this is thou pedigree?
You know that schlitz out on ya? Did you rip that? Did you career-throw? Did you, rich, forgive it?
My mind. It guarded all mines. It's all 6th if in steppe with me.
What's that body needs? You're wallowing? 3, I wanted nab for 4 and War, the whore, the oreo, go Here We Go and Homie's Slit, and slittiness didn't have a walk. Oh, oh, ooh.
Pissed down at you. But even walked, hold deep precisions? Shits down you. Know all that evil. That bends me evil. The streets need me to be weef to evil. I gotta man. Schlezzidents your history. Yours ain't 'bidin' mine. A 'ha'!
You don't walk on me the Weapon!
And if evil had all of these evil features.
Piss down all that with thou degree.
If only fish a man flisch-flisch, then what's the state of maan we livin'?
Oh, oh, oh, ohhhhh.
Oh, regarded. Troves-
They wend up. Weave out are store!
What am I without secret treasures in our degree?
"Oh, no!"
I hold. All of the fish. Stip out to this degree this evil ship this piss at a man dowry of a degree, it pedigrees, and ships the schlitz out you.
Does it scream? Does it ever-
Repeating. OH OH OH OH OH OH OH. Fuck your war-zone. I go "cold?" "Clear." "Let's deceive them" and don't ever have a bone out of a fish out at me.
YOU would've weaponed. I screamed.
And don't forever rent in your scriptures. It's all of the fish I would see.
You'd rather rip.

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Does I dose? Hi, Daisy! Salute Her!
I do that like I rip up all dance moves?
I say 'Bye'? Awwwwwwww.
Does Daisy salute us? And is ours manure?
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
It's okay. It's what I'd miss, Daisy? Sniff*
Does I do one thing?
Does I do my thang?
And his name is Raymond?
Does I do whats, then? Slits a black vocabulary?
Awwwwww.
What doooooooo i do, theeeeen~?
What do i do, den?
If it's rips a black move, whats goes harder than "to-you-I-kneel" and follow that and end up with "that Heaven". What do? I do then?
What'd you whisper in that?
Do all. Do all. Do that to that third degree? What is white boy if so ever-if-not so that selfish? That one crelpt? What "that one thing"? Awwwwwwww.
Do more to our shots.
Do more do our gwops.
Then grapeshot did or do to knelt the down again, anytime, not sittin', I'm sittin', with 'Pac.
Do walt do?
What shall we do?
To a well out of that, degrees, then.
To a well of that degrees, then. That one's sippin'? Is that one sippin'? His Magnificence is in the Center with the Antonym stayed the holy deadly bible stay the fuck outta that, stay the fuck outta that hand. Do Brood. My. Dreams. That stays fishin'. Whoops. Due to carcinogens, state the ommission?
What'd you do thats?
"Stay the fuck out of my dream"s stay won, stay true.
If want you, too few knelt my dream's
It isn't insane. What'd you run with "hack"?
DO TO MY KNELT.
DO TO MY jeans.
GAIT? What's true to that?!!

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I'll walk among the sheep with the sheep beneath the scythe and then chill.
"Relax."
It's just a hands. A hands of breadth.
That smiles. Is it evidence?
I'll regard the scythe and proclaim white rap trap shit that live, it would've drill into the system.
I killed the state of the man again. Every time he's re-livin'.
Take a pic. Get a glick. Out pull a chopper until it's then gwoppers and then topples over his government.
Evident. Ever spent. Hated Scent. Popped the problem never got the gators so out bend the new problem.
Said I forgot what it swatched.
Did you have your eye on his head if toppled over, would ever spit problems later?
Did you ever go where his hands sitting near, as if the tier, of the tyranny was JUST DAT WHITE BOI!
From Detroit? From the Detroit Loins? Swear to God, that not a lot of class. If I wanted to be stained into fashion, sho' would never be eminem without the block, I'm afraid it's an automatic slam up with wheat on his own corrections officers with no direction he swears he gets them lent, it's his credit card, his lack of a descent toned to Matthew Whebell, gloatin', it's whatever, man, it's whatever evil it's wherever, it's drugs.
I should've fillt that ocean up with that love and then get it back again before Sunday thru Monday's comin' back outside with your favorite drum, oh, it's your favorite uncle, he swears playin' along on pantomimes, is a find he drank, so high.
And I'd put up with that, blame.
And I'm a cause for that, blame.
I might stay for that. I'll be chosen if 'splat' was ever developed. Ever utterly. I said it destroys you "your people".
It stains on my brawls. I gang. So I hunt them again and again, ever again. You the one? I'm gon' always blame Center until Center ends. Should've dissolved them. I'll smoke him the rangs and then create in 'em my own Sour.
I'm sour. So rised, I supposed I'd ever let up.
I should've hit them with the switch, again, in it, hintin':

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Pause at motherfuckin' Dre.
There's nowhere to rhyme. There's nowhere to say. How'd the brain go away and then collapse with facts.
You wasn't even tonin' my hood, so hood around. I look around, and look, there's a sell out.
Is it democracy? Before they brandish is mine upon?
I swear it wasn't slit so I'mma slit them their Lord and then abhorred because the judge was the crispy-
Cleverest, cleverest ever again.
It's ever on and on, living.
These stakes of high judgement take so much mind to deform?
I'm playing no wars. I'm hitting them spikes. I'm saving our 3's!
I only want to grow with green labor!
Here, saved "ours". What's don't play it around, it's for fun? Hahahahahaha.
I sayd it'll runs. Weepo's near.
He'da hears it. He knows you heard it. He knows birds grow perfect in the full swing under the tree of swings I've never had because education followed government and government hardly chills. The blither of it, the rhythm of it always finds me. I'm just a pillagin' villager with nothin' to live for willin' to give up half of his income for taxes to any nation who 'til find him, he 'til find him, lives?!
To write a new Bill of Rights off of being a baby that's been slobbering for 6 years.
Reared up ever scent he's a game and so leaves fall hard', shit!
And freeze 'our' signs.
Our system.
Mhm. The mined.
The maybe make a play.
All that sings is good days.
Try to find me.

gaunt cave
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When this is over, who represent those?
Mhm. Who represent those?
I ain't a stinger. I ain't a 9'er.
I would've solved that. I would've ab hold hold all of 'em.
The whacker the descent, the blacker the evolutionary knowledge in between the lines I just then tried to solve, and in them droppers, pop a pill.
I'm a robbery of a saviant.
Harder poppin'. That's Dark Evil. That's a Magic, ain't it?
I'm a criminal analyzer. One drip out of me and all of the public's going to have the data and I'm douting the math because the lack of the ogglin', drippin' then out of these lips syncing your name all out of your bain until the problem realigns.
Promise?
I'm a distaste of material. I'm a culture, brained out of that, I'll keep it alive. Once alive, insides, I know it's better at twice the distance so I stay a part of the math I dripped out of a God like constantly matters.
Shudders. Shudders. I'll creep a hell of a knife--
Straight out the live. They all slam up this disease. If a criminal realizes this then out and then in and outta the vitamin it's a system we designed that's calling all over the slovereignty of did he rip with dre?
With a willow, wave his hate all up and down and they pause at drake. You should've shown me the sheets that's part of the problem I'm then just sittin' around, if this a braggin' war, you would've painted the floors of my humvee with a limousine party, you think?
I'm a pimp with a walk or without a drop, I said, so wherever it forever lents it just where it was glistenin' that it slows it and then dampens the rhythm with even a percent of his and hers, don't it them?
Shade is shit, parlor that. Stay the fourth wheel. Get a better man. Plan. Better. That or yet:

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"Buck, Buck?!!" I go buck a bitch, buck a bitch, eye on that, bomb on me. Kneel. You a part of that. Bomb heavy!
Charred nugget-grade. Had my eye on that descent. Here, your rapper. Codename Chill. I'll been hard gradedly knowing you don't part none of my weight.
You're the bomb.
Bomb. Knuck. Grade.
Bomb Loves You!
Toot, toot.
Too.. few.
Known all that bomb and that grade.
Sings?
Mom needed a knuck-grade.
Mom? Before you cut that grade, now you're healer.

Here, try to grow a sucker all in his shit.
Pot's so heavy. Pot's so heavy.
Human's favorite toy? Versus Bombs Had Enough, Downs Them Grenades just then saving you.
Bomb! Try the nook' grade!
Bomb! Sleeves me right here!
Bomb? Have a nook' grade!
"AGAIN!" "DIP ME!" "LOOK HERE!" and then "Nook here. and then looksifitxesees don't bang a nook' grade, here. It goes no more and err' known the asylum, oui?

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It'll forever scar the ape, honed troppers. It's a peak at watchers. It's a peek at violence.
He grows evil empires. All the vampires..
With people watching, people screaming. Is it done lately on any of your arrogant heads? If people spree'in.
It's 3 that won, back ways. If they repeatin'. If it's left then the descent, the devil's, yet.
With people spreeing. What's that free?
Freeing my dreams. Freeing why that's GetALesson That'saYessir like threeadays?
That's oddly freeing.
How'd did that defend the mend, the dark phase? I'd ask people.
I'd rather...
Just start being. With read 'em on defeating. Sheets are sheeting. Crisp old me. He'd wade: "would have defend' the team". When shots weighed it? Is there a less 'er'?
Defined by read on 'em drapes swinging in cathedrals.
In churches I learned I rehearsed it I designed defending repeating scriptures I went: "...heard"
Is evil in?
Evil Pope Inn?
I'd read "I'd need", I'd send, defended on that like switch weapons, I guess, if it's spree.
"IF IT HEED OUR WEAPONS?! IF IT NEED OUR WEAPONS?!"
You'd heed it right now. What'd it send me down? 'What?!'
Err. You're a rap then? Rap hates you.
Here's just you sittin' on your face. I'd defy your holy moley anthem.
You know I'm really slittin' over you and you and you and you.
You know rear where I appeared, I was just sittin' you. And look, rare rabbit, did you hash it?
Did you spit their sins on that, yet? Here's your problem. You're not a rabbit.
"Dew-"

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They didn't hesitate to sin. If it ever breaks against the young ape's skin, and it developes a waste of time. You knew no one helps at you. You knew no one bends protection.
I bring this protection. You're going to need it, like...
You know when your egregious to sin.
Does it repeat this?
You know, I could beat you this easily, right now?
You know if egregious steadily leaves you?
You know them all. I want to put you on a bitch-rider.
You know how much harmony that steadily a' poppin' I'm wheeling?
It's only going to be a mess out of me. All of these departments.
Does the US government invite them in, like this?
Does the homie, he brings, for the team?
Then you know, you'd rock you'd know, and you-

GLUB!
GLUB!
GLUB!

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He's not a fish. Repre' bones. You know you in, you wanna go. All of that that harbors him sure didn't rip I wanna goes. When you as a human developed up somewhat of a carnivorous sense, tempt who out of this? Tempt who out of those? Tempt those who chose to never represent? Jump in and out. Jump in and out. The taller human rips "if this is sent" and gets over it, sent.
You know you not my problem. I'm just the delivery driver. Crashing wheat. Crashing wound at you.
You didn't think the average man from humankind was even like that.
You didn't think that kind of rubber-band could play it out. I'll be wrong, let's draw us on the map.
I'll be nothing like you.
I'll be like nothing you douth.
I'll be humped just like you average.
I'll be dumped. I'll be dumb. Dumb-dumb-dumb, dumb-dumb.
I'll be knocked. Just nothing like you.
I'll give nothing stands for the US government like did I pass you passively egrarious pirate?
I'll be like that: "nothing's like you".

gaunt cave
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I came to pick it up.
I just forgot where it was.
Give me be the buzz.
They all tryna get found and I'm not without them proud and I came to do the army all the hardest difficulties.
All slimmed down to one gangster.
All them PJs, PJs. Party. War them. You forgot you saw me. You forgot what 'forever' was.
I'da wanted you to pick up the game with just this, I can stick it out.
Your own plain and English could weed out 'want you' and "I wanted you". 1000%!
You're a planet I never caught. I'm hoping you could drift me away, drip me chains, color and enbroaden me.
I just chose to slice the extra sciency bits.

Here we go!
I hope they grade you, hope they raid you.
I'll just fascinate 'gravy', then. You do right? You do harm. It arms me, and arms me, and it up suddenly...
I got weight, got so bic, pick the black guy up.
I would know the ice of the spirit.
Sheers walk with shame. What you gon' do?
Bromide never want you to throw it up against it?
Teach chemistry to everybody involved with the whip in here. In here, it up.
I said I'd know ya!
You would go freak. I'm weak in the vicinities of the people bangers wanted to try to fizzle up to feel the love.
I'm a bigger war! I'm a bigger chore! Chains so long, you could pick it up!
I'm obviously hilarious to you troops.

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Gangsters want it. Citizens haunted. I don't know why, we can't just start this Gangster Education. It developed when I ain't stumped about it, yet upon it, I'm knowin' this scrying could get a taste of this vision. With this vision, swimmin'. It's minted upon it relieved it upon, it upon.
Took a gangster's throat, slammed it forward. I could've been the soul that just slaughtered you, but I swear I'm just your homie in a pre-kindergarten testin' if this is in, swimmin' you.
You know you wanted throat this diseased easily, easily.
I know you gon' hold what I'm fuckin'. What I'm frontin', a front, awkwardly. Put another son on on top of 'solved' right in front of how your vision's swimming. Easily.
You know forever I rip this strips this tease this own easily dismemberment upon what I'm ending then.
I'm like a cold larkin' sergeant with or without the backweight upon it.
Even if he wanted, how do I get the investors to stake a long width?
It's not became. So I guess is this is lame.

sly spindle
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I know most people be killin
I wanna make a million
bet you know the feelin

stack money up know the feelin relaxin man Iā€™m healin I just wanna buy some
make it happen now they cappin
she say that she like my fassion
pickup the phone or let it ring?
got a problem see my swing
ima leave fly myself to bejing

big money steppa
called her up but now I gotta check her
gett it confused say damn
ima build it up like im Abraham
they say they got money all they do is scam
ima keep it real ion give a damn
itā€™s a shame yeah itā€™s a shame
play it cool ppl lame
play life like itā€™s a game
Iā€™m hard to obtain
I make it rain
Hop on the train maybe the plane do it all in the rain

look to hard and you might go blind
family friends itā€™s all combined
this life we living it ainā€™t aligned
call my phone itā€™ll get declined
your love denied
work so hard to get resigned
work so hard to fall behind
try to be kind and be told to mind ur own
try to do good just to get confined
this life we living ainā€™t aligned

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Ey yo this life we livin', it ain't aligned. 2024, 1992, guess I gassed up the stove. The flow you know they runnin', lightin' too. They know what's on the phone, but do they know what's gassin', upstairs? In our lairs, summed up, it's an equation. What they did- What they do-
If we Straights didn't have our own religion, I wouldn't complain, I'd just gas-stove, heat the rap higher. There's always dreaded Christians where he commences to operate among our dreaded fingers. If he ain't married to that, what is he corroborating?
Higher rhyming painting a vision of his own, I wanted gleaming back to him. Now what?
Well, then. High on the "only Mission". If he's blind, let's branch out, let's take stakes higher, more.
The mission of course goes to our higher power. Should I start at Man, move into Earth, come out on top of God, the Almighty God, and then, eh?
You can't choose 1. They're all lessons. It seems as imparted, as "At One", we can only describe it more?
There's slowly missing and the mission to part 1, then, eh?
Look. "healers". That's dearly missed. Dearly departed. Departed love.
Blue History Departments. Illustrated as ever it-can-be-it-can-be. That one's clever.
Social Media App, eh? What did that: "What did you say?"
Oceans of forests. Water vacuum pumping the floor of what's water. The most the abided the men know about owing and owning, the vitamin let's oft' pretend 'isn't missing' leaps out at the trout whatever.
Cameras so small it can sprees. Evening out the planet, deserved. Evening out, as if on purpose. Still the surface.... any hint of "scalability" while in these seas heap out an even darker thought, eh?
That's a thoughtful head. {{I WANT TO PAT IT! I WANT TO PAT IT! GAWWWWWWWW}}
Every slow at marketer fills him in on his team. Every evening he darkly patted: "Scribble that. Let's just scribble that. Let's just sit down. Let's bite on his"
Logistics entered your Ain on this Enterprise.
It's even that much darker, still as weep-all-evil-as-he.

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hop on the ps and get a match in
what are you saying what about my fassion? Ima count to 3 make yo ass fear rip you to shreds in front of me here your delusional ur bitch is useable her body is non consumable i can eat a perc and ill still rock you i can go lurk and ill still rock you
I never take an L go to hellllll

#

YOU ARE ALWAYS IN THIS CHANNEL WHAY THE FUCK

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Hell ain't where your body makin' sense.
Hell is where you'll scream. I'll fill on you all loose screams.
Match to me: this will only make sense if your memory is in, aligned.
Laugh at Straight. Part one. What did you think?!
Vita-vitamin. You're the Father. Bye-bye, bye.

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I'm so slow. Those that know. What goes down this roof. Not screaming, mine's not on overdose. zay did impart with you, you sniveling little scream. I'll be like: What don't it say? Quick, handle it. Sho' didn't cry out: "No provisions". Kicks there, I'm just sayin' it. I'm saying it like He.
I'm full of the blicks. Oh, and there's tricks there. Kids saying it.
But queef, he didn't wing it like me.
There's still doubt over the phone how he didn't acknowledge that QUICK heat, but I guess it's just me.
There's doubt where you phoned.
I'll probably quit, there.
Heat spittin' it.
I'll up and choke every man in its vicinity, quickly, please!
Am I the only one choked. Homie dat'
Was another Quickie.
Heat's stowing all over sticks.
So he's quick in me?!
Don't show me hardly how many vampires?!
So he's thoughtful on his glick, don't know shit, he hardly writes, so he don't need hardly no pretending.

gaunt cave
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Zay my 'sayah my flavorance upon the only skid, this skid, matters.
It's not zay, yeah, so yeah you know us. I'm only tones in this NAME. GOD, this NAME again!
Say it!
ZAYAH OH WAY AH ARE YOU UH i know a sergeant, so if it's there, let me just send in CHRIST.... SPEEDS!
CHRIST-SPEEDS!
yay-ah oh whey-ah are you, oh, oh, when I'm missing these sergeants?
Oh xayah. Oh yeah, weighed up. Are you coming down sometime around when I'm glinting I'm missing these sergeants?
Oh glanced at. The bigger dark hit. THe DARKEST COMMANDERS!
OH WHERE-AH

gaunt cave
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You need a black person. I'm not transfigured. I just figured it out. Took me days upon days of mine without leavening, a pout, troops?
Mine stain? My PUT OUT ALL YOUR
Is that your mind reading about this 3-balanced
Is that even weak? I'll put that STATE VIOLENCE
I'm a feeble old man. What'd you diddle on my foot? (that's probably why mine developed out "footxies")
You know how I dribble about minds?
They're all in a constant state of WHAT FIND ME
WHAT DEVELOPED AROUND ME
I
Cannot sit, defribillating
Sit and see that way about me
People are farming
All of them drove to drive in lines.
You won't hold that holy shit.
Stay farming. Whebell pulled up-- but he won't --- transfixed about
STAYSOMETHINGSOUTHDOWN BEHIND
You know what pulls that weight? People are behind. If indeed, behind--
Three': State Violence
That's weight people stayed behind. Whip this street violence. Street violence? Yeah, street violence? Yeah, street violence?
That's why people involved behind State. {{State of Laughter. Pause at weight: Street Violence? Heed Violence?! How?!!"}}
If that's why people involved behind State.
Street Violence?! How?!!
That's 'cuz a mind devised the drivel holdin' onto its statement paper.

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You know a moooood?!
I hope it's what we do.
You know all that rest of the eternity I'm loaded, I'm fonna have targets.
Too strong to break that uneven habit of keeping you off my team, and my mind instills, why that's not whack. Why that can be real.
I know it wasn't you. I'm doubting all of the reality the rest of the population judges.
They're not going to walk in a way~!
Almost assuredly.
Right off of the bat, but keep the bad cat off the kitty, I'll let you tone a virus!
It's so hard to admire us.
I had to smoke 50.
Smoke 50 nifty-nifties.
You're in front of the cathedral walls, and I'm still treating them just like kettles!
That heat front of you carvin' what's left of your initials. My skills carved 'em.
I know I meant you: four-wheel plate.
The logic slowly just studded out at me but off of me, it feels right.
Oh, it gon' feel right.
It takes me this long, but it's doubt, I want you to know.
I hope that they never knew my history.

#

God, I'm garbage. If she'da read about me, she'da read about the studdin' waste of history this partaken of the knowledge, I'll never stood there, I'll never stood there, 3 by 6, I wanted it out just like this, It's just going to cement them marriage rites in designs I'd often thought out, but expressed it, too few.
You know you walked in then one weekend I'm just dead, like you!
I'm just dead, like you!
Sitting down. Whimpering. Stating we undercover. I'll find another drummer this side of the handicapped parking space.
The more I turn to them, the more I realize this drop dropped sense, and when weddings senses are up in mine, I'm over this pedigree.
All straight man's whites look down a sights like hella mine is, overtoppling, over and ever on, these knife-edges driven seen me scenic, partaked with that whiff, but on me holy skates, my mom's is dripping. I'm prettying the neat lil' edges around her.
It's not going to flounder.
I'd rather she go driven by sixteen depending on each energy I'd partaken out of.
I'm on that government. I'm not going to drill down without sitting there and silently whimpering this disease
Is part of skates
I walked. I counted up chalk and it's steadying while I'm breathing.
I'm needin'. I feel this way part two.
I'm never going to compare this with the way I was raised when I was a kid.
I found a home where mistakes don't wiggle their way around and around 'em!
My suddenly focused drama I still impedes. My skates. My drama this time around I don't won that, I around around that.
It's not your steadily government timed in.
Stepping forward,

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I could've been the best that saved humanity in my 20's. Now I'm 31, nonstop my gun, following me there's hyphens when you do the dialogue. YOU WANT TO GROW ME ON THE TUSSIN'S?!
THAT'S HYPE! THAT'S ALL YOU STAND FOR!
HERE! Rip it here! I stood a mirror. Fornicated, you're often going to demonstrate assembling/disassembling
And when I played you to play it for "On Its Heads"
Was it YOU or was I MONSTROUSLY JUS' PRETENDIN'!
I couldn't walk with waves!

You're still stiff often reasoning.
That's blocked, what you choke, what's that cauldron smoldering?
Hold all over its ass, alive? And I'll be 9x5'er
Gone forever. Which entrance?!
Which does it speak?!
Yeah.
Yeah.
Yeah!
He's going to miss me, often, it as if deliberately.
Rude entrancing 'dressed like Jesus'
It's just Jesus!
HAHA

gaunt cave
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You still ain't "I popped you" brother and "robbed you" brother and bad about it howmever, due to contracted colds I've instilled and I slam that I damn I feel so damned proud of back in this warmer, when it's congratulations, goin' to the safe. It's through the daisy flavorance. I'll partly one mistake.
I'll send you Drake's head slammed in where forever from.
I'll be the superior realizer with the reasonings all fishin' their answers in replies I drizzled out because it's still not going to slide with the hand that I've been having projects fed to, but it's after your buzz, your meat still didn't captain answers, so unanswered you, guessed at the gloom, startled the behavior the room was awed as if strange-struck.
You know it's your head. I'm the analyzer. Wiser answers stay dripped in destiny 1 and 2 in step with you. 3 of them 4's will stay having at you, happening after. Thereafter you was. It wasn't burned.
The education system stunted you thugs with inwards the way it was, wouldn't phrase I'm livin'.
Only partly with the drake is the drake that tames the love like "broad incisions".
And it's your insurance director, Earth.
I don't understand the berth.
I stayed tongued in rappers. I rapped about them nowadays, thereafter days, and wherever I'm from, wherever I'm one. I'm more worried about your floor than their door realarms and I circumcise each navitation battalion table with a hands full of regrets. If it's sand, you know what I'd tell you, what I'd refuse to tell my gram'. You know what the fuck if it gives you? I'm beneath you. If God ever riffed fuel, what word, Earth, people goin' stay in them wards.
I stay siftin'. You know if you grew inciteful.
Fuck it. I'll stay on my heiro-glyams.
I rich. If I drip a handful of anvils, waitin'. I'll stay to pay and analyse, realise later, this not damned, I'm tryna find.
I'mma be the only real one. Their blessings. Congratulate you. Wayde if he at the 3-line. Paint a baller. Stay a wall or where you all heard?

undone flare
#

GREATS GET SCRAPED WITH HATE
SAFE TO SAY IF IT GO THAT WAY YOU DOIN SOMETHING STRAIGHT
PULL UP AUTOMATIC GATE CREEK OPEN CHROME SHINE ON SHADES
HEARD YOU PLAY ON THE AIRWAVES, THAT SHIT WAS PLAYED
TOKING/TOKEN LIKE ARCADE (KUSH!!!!)
GRINDIN THIS SHITLL BE LONG DAY
ROLL IN FRESH FADE ON SOME SUEDE
ROCKSTAR WAYS CANT COMPLAIN
DANK IS THE NAME BITCH, IT IS WHAT I AM (IS WHAT I AM!)
GIRL IN EACH HAND THEY WRITE MY NAME IN SAND
STACKIN CHIPS FEELIN LIKE COOL RANCH
SPLASH FROM A PLAN ONLY ONE WAY MAKE IT LAND
SHOTGUN DUPLEX TO A RANCH
10 THAT I STAND WONT ACCEPT LESS THAN MY STANDARDS
FOLLOW INTUITION NO CAMERA
HANDGUN KEEP AWAY THE PHANTOMS, YOU POSE FOR THE GLAMOR
SIDE WITH YO SHAWTY IN LANTA, GET LIKE ME IM DAVID BANNER
FUCK NIAS NOT SHY ON CAMERA CALL FOR THE ANSWER NO ANSWER
FUCK AH THE BANTER CHASE RACKS NINJA WARRIOR WITH THE HAMMER
FRONT AND CENTER YO BITCH SMASH SCRATCH THAT ITCH LIKE DANDRUFF

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#

COMMANDER DANK when I followed that up with "Rank?" I credit. The crumbs he's from about something he loved. I trust him none. I entrusted in him nothing. I stay where this gave his credit like hey if I stimmed up? It wouldn't matter one bit? I'm having deep thoughts. Each thought was of a sex. Each God wanted sex. I'll grow out my bible more, here. He's panting. I'm a state of a man if he's glyphic. I'm freestyling like "teenagers..."
Due to the current event popping down and how my leaves that on your head.
I'mma realize these projects in sense.
I creep on, lazy.
I'mma rip. If he stays mine. I guess mine was touchin'.
You know my breadth. I grow one tempted.
I reap their energy. Tamed out a bra. Throw them up. They goin' be less about disguise then in-a-lines with.
Show the drip with a hammer the energy vexed.
So I came up to kill a bummer. Who would've he wed if he drippin' all slums.
It's not ape. Why I wants to play along with thems?

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To Donald Trump:
Well guess this is trumped. There's only bleeding sinners where you states about you. Mind you, the simple observation. When I'm a voice of my people and you still run steeples, does it hint at, the pile of shit, I just heard coming from you's? The too ruly and too lazy spitted piles about them all of them sloverned at you. I choose to distribute you as the weapon. You would've grown fucks about how I choose to sing where I'm from when I'm front of you, packed with sound, packed with love?
That's just wrong.
That's just slow. Come along.
You'da played the heat so deep. It's just a start to commince that toned mistake that's mistake I'm toned giving love from none above havin' you, with your straight ass can't get away with anything see that smirk? I would've toned that. Let's give lessons. Straight from your fatass jowl as I stare at your son and your daughter and I choked, dare me to comply, straight from your whispers, your whisper's fat.
I could've kidnapped that. Straight from starvation. It's not the gun. I had one gun, wavering and I stunt in, mad, you. Could've brought them. I drip-dripped along with now-it-all-came-easy, and I'm still smirking, smiling, like how'd dr-drills. Scissors. Aprons and napkins.
I'm found where I'm bound to be from. Every gangster in the mirror staring at a part of you leaving them-senses beyond anything I've ever dreamed dreamt along with some senses as if I'd come and warn you against Trump, with nothin' you ever said. But down a whole new vocabulary, you would sing. I would bring out piles of, what you would seen. Knead me in, alive. Fat's tone so I swear that's supposed to let 'em fly. I'll start-start dat and dat and when it counts as average. I'm out and chopping heads. Never known, "due to contract" so my own stands with my own religion. I'm tamed, so nothing touches me, not even God's Christian. And I slammed damn-damn-did-it-find like it scores so sixth sense tells me "I'm lazy", maybe. This a slow jam.

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These are high stakes I hint them at them. Your whole life. Your whole livelihood. He burned you. He burned you through you all and thrown homever some-ever some-say ever-scent, so save me white favorited bat boy, did I ensnare them, no? So I grit them congratulations.
I been so demonstrative, behave them-them-them.
You know when some whacker rap kids have heard?
I've been growing the ones.
I know so much about slitting you about your high, your mind rules, I know 'rued' that's slammed, you're so magic, but when it's often governed on you. When you dead. Do you know the sticks of violence in tongued with congratulations and blessings it probably brought you owed it back? And there, spittin', was whack kids. With whackest shit you ever heard.
When all that starts with bends back. Touch that.
You're all so bubbled in with phat.
You're not phaggots. You're not-not average. I'd rather dream about you, slittin' in the back, with all of this, when it finally comes out, gravity:
When it's not to trust a stranger with what lent you back persuasions.
You didn't know influencers couldn't cover out their own tracks. That their lessons earned 'til their death.
You didn't know nothing happened.
That's the dream I sits with something about nothing, ambling with a steady whip if that's a gun, then have me.
I'm so entrenched with magic, that one's gonna have it. you hate it, you forget it, inhabit you this easily, you'da won, that slammed outs with breadth like panned, that manned steppes with did he lents did he laps 'stead in what's so forgotten eventfully happenin' over you
You wanted forever answers. Why'd you play on my spig-thong? Why'd you play on spigget?

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I wish I could approach a black kid and then slam something that actually matters, how them's dance was the weapon with whatever I developed in my mind before their way to find me hides me I just dared to say I trudged to find it and when 'found me' happened, it's just a slam with whatever you had in the back of the definitions of Heaven you etched in to find me where none of my magic happens, I know you laughin', ooh, you know, the moooood, it switches, just changed out the room. Creep our Lavish. Say that Something Happened. Say something about you. Say nothing. At you. And at you. Look, he defended. I'll spit them back at you. Outta them obligations. I'm with women. I'll try to find you. You hints at magic, but you know when I'm dead, alive inside I'll tribe strangulations the persuasions syncs out her bible, hints it at you.
You know you'd met Matthew when he ooh-oohs leaves you.
He knew more about whack customers and how they always trial 'it burns' even when it's passive, even when it's enlightened, mind me, have you:
You should've just sweated it like Magics been gone ever since I've attained something other than myself.
I know about yourself. You didn't. So waving on the air, the current just shifted, mind you. BECAUSE THESE THINGS HAPPEN. HAPPEN. MIGHT start AT you. AT You. At You.
Your ***ga switched, in it, wanted back.
There's 'Guarded' in it. Mishaps.
Due to how it surrounds our sound, and my religion, with only having you has to you does to having my dreams.

gaunt cave
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I'm going to need a drunker tankard. I'm going to need my concentration. My mind just enjoys the drip. I might spread out east-ward defended by all people out it in the end, actually, I'll probably slammed correct, because if it glorifies some stretched ass rappers who's spectrum is always dialed because they wasn't chosen to represent it in the end. The rhythm doesn't stay in steppes with having nothing to start, nothing to start and chose to live it. These hoes in the show just chose to then lap yours and then lap, then.
It's not that did it. Nothing happened. I'm just scarred, Healed out a wolve. It's not the similar ants. It's going to get chosen to specifically respect yours. I defended magic. Like that since it was 6th and one budge, an inch, and ups and daisy would've 'haved it but I flow I slitted right from wrong and then it guarded sense this sick since it heard it was the camera that was lazy. You know nothing if you haven't battled the Department of Education. Every rhythm it entered: 'it wasn't finding you'. It's not about what you want, packed. It's burns when it hands you another vision for every Christian crispy, burning into the dead, alive with another bad at hacker just like it was hack-fuel, that's just a slams at death, before you ever incorrectly discover about breathing there's slitting the live ones dripping in your vocabulary ever since you chose to stay in my step there's another whip, I handled out dreams. Out alive and it's only slittin' inside-vocabulary. Like hey Butthurt-it's actually Matthew and this is a whole nother level I brewed. It's just starving out guzzling out, garvulatin' at where your straits are inward, pantomimes out early and there's always something where I heard where it's popped about behaving. Oooh.. Ohhhhh. Oooh. Ooohh.. Oohh.
Codename: Rapper and I'm a Spid-Navers with however you wanted back that's whomever you guarded when in troped, in you one's and that's in with that pounced, as if that thang happens,

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It's not crazy. I'm not a scored 80. I'm what would Pac have dropped if he defended in all of my livin'. They wanted math? I'm going to stunt in math. You know what burns you? You were worthed as average. That's another math weapon needs theory-proof. And I welcome back the same Pac into my room. You wanted math involved with government in it since what you was slammin' was that your body in, harvests some sex, and you want to get it off of your chest, eh? Gorilla.
I'll be back, bitch. Welcome to my room. He then burns it into his room, as if he just wanted to have in walked, a villager, with a villager-explanation holded back, defended my room.
That's a laugh. Skid laughs. Look backwards. He earns where you burns and it turns you into the shroom of 'wanted-knowledge' I just wanted out at you.
It's not because he was burnt to a crisp by his own level of government's concern with his. Why his taxes so in stone? My mind went backwards, fried.
I tried to hurdle.
I regurgitated cold drinks. That's an ill-explained wave net where I'm found to come in with, net.
I'm regarded in the center with about the same as the Laws of the US concerns is as debriefed as divided as it should be among dreamers, with sheep.

gaunt cave
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I know the coldest winners beneath me.
I almighty. Might stow in tropes with 'Gold' and then 'embark' with fascinatin' whip?
That's guarded and in attrition.
Might guard it out, hard. I need about a dozen other troopers. I might need about a dozen troops from having you distributed through having this whip up it the system.
You raising hella face. I rape the schmell with oderell's. Oh, I smirk you, Hurt you, I wouldn't leave, I just dreaded these. Uh.
Let's have it feats it into 6x4's and then read it while I chop the marijuana plants east or downside of deep mexico and go it slows in you another oreo, uh, another oreo. Love it up and crumble it up and dream of me in me insides of another whip forward with how do I adjust this government forward forever or just now in now?
I'll have in his lunchon right now. Smile, get with me, have at whatever you want when we about you blaming up the sequels with whatever government in power, empire-motherfuckin' that's what oh yeah all that we want is someone else having ass 'til pass-out and then career-full I pull up and limp out and pimp up Hell and make them smell my make-up. Clear up, all the weed high for us. Five for us. Troughs so in-driven schleep!
ZZZ

charred willow
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Okay... okay... no Peter Parker, I'm coppin' a symbiote cause it's a lot of hell to raise when you're the one runnin' the show, I'm on my Steve Harvey arch,
I skipped the basics, no tutorials or nothin' - yet when I brush up on the mic it's just memorials in dozens, until the day I go it's like that... yessir,
Every now and then I'll wander onto discord, just to see if verses bein' dropped like bags to fiends doors - afterwards I gotta bounce, I'm pissed off, upset about it all,
A young man with some stories to tell, I used to raise hell and rebel before it caught up to me - that's a picture I done painted, I'm gon' do it myself

charred willow
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A real headache who's the main attraction, he's still spazzin' over beats from olden times without puttin' in any effort,
The fuckin' guy is unruly, he's loose and he's headed towards your house now - this ain't the purge, but lock it all down,
I could find trouble in the strangest of places, add another six feet to my grave, it's lookin' like a series on netflix already,
The only way out is what the voices keep sayin', go hang out under the bridge with a sign around my chest that reads,
"Fuck the world I was tired, I'm takin' a little sleep", talk 'bout jaws droppin' the first time they came across the scene.

gaunt cave
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I read between 'em numbers. You're so in the vicinity of 50-60-90% of what I write.
I try to write. I swear to God.
There's 9 to 5 problems, swears that, invented in them, didn't he?
Theirs about to be turned so easy. It's so smoked, jeez.
I read "I don't writes" on tops of you people. Let's stunt out with nothing I solved in myself, by myselfs over and over until it's the cornea by the time you runs.
I have the most corny runs. The most writtens. Don't matter the phone. It holds so much tone back. And I drip out more than half theirs gave and I have a squadron in here waiting, swearing to gods that I don't cry at. What?! You got so much air. You don't swear. You don't write. You don't hold pencil. This met up with you. I would've brought both knives as I sit back and kick facts. I just told you exact-ly what a monster just as me was seen doing to me with or without you adoring it, adorning it with me, so it's whipped. We have been mighty, I might've even believed while out of it's peripherals, it heard that. I would've murdered you over some math that you wouldn't do, and that's because a lot like me has tone-deaf sweating into their enfolding ears that's coming or all about the swer' like I'm in them, lenient, I'm leniently a hair away from having a trigger upon whichsoever can explain I'll do, I'll do, like all the time. I paint a round a rhyme I want to pounce reads to legality boundaries and then slows and flounders but I'm a bibble about the whole bibble the ho has snot, with whomever slaught. Better reach-around, butt. I should shave, impart, another one at the fiction, and stow in a lines, I probably wanted, to motivate me to utter concentrations from the customers of Mother Earth's. If she's on the phone and she moans, I'd agree, handidly. So handidly. She needs knifes so I volunteered. I got a mirror. She had Pa so no other had a prob' with that. I had so much facts you was probably corrobating under Dre and then faking it's Lakers with the lake 'on.

pearl copper
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@gaunt cave you just need to publish a book fam šŸ˜‚ šŸ”„

undone flare
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GRINDING
CAPTIVATING YO BITCH GAVE HER A "D" LIKE ASSIGNMENT
HOME WORK THAT ASS BONE JERK
PHONE GO BESERK SMASH YO BITCH AFTER WORK
SHE SQUIRT SQUIRT ON HER SHIRT SHIRT
SKRRRRRRRRT PULL UP AND FLIRT WHILE U BABY BURP
BAD BITCH WANT 2 SMOKE THE PURP
TOLD HER CLEAN HER NAILS I ASSERT

SMASH SMASH SMASH
ON YO BITCH BITCH BITCH
SWITCHIN POSITION AND HITTIN WITH RIBBED ENDS
YO CHICK FIXING TO LICK THEN
SEE ME SWISHIN? BALLIN IN 3D 20/20 VISION
SLUTTY SCUDDY WISHING I GAVE HER BIG BANDS
POLE LIKE PUTT PUTT STICK CHROME HIT RAN
TO YO BITCHES BENZ TO GET SOME SKIN TALL TAN LEGS

gaunt cave
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New Energy. We won We won. We out. We had it with this violence. Okay, let me schay? Richney-Chimney-Chimney-Chimney. Any ward I could enmasse in this rap still fills them along able-y like a grit-hard about your punctures. Your puncture-wounds.
Now that I'm out of this mass en masse, it's straight: "why did I think up it" lines I'd moan 'til the jolly sun Southward of my position sets and lacks a lock spree so I'm giving lock spree, giving up on it.
Why'd my mind end the trap? Is the trap part-political? You want: "Anything you haven't been around? Anything you haven't been around?", and I want it deadly.
When regarding a female, feedback, because if it was squirming, they're hood, 'narried to a duck, I'll still spit heat along with a body that could do evil.
So what? Everyone's God? How I father'ed. You're confused 'em en lats be spit easy on the tax he cloved.
Taxi!
Spread the breeze.
Die if I weapon weaponize straight down your bee-line, won't you have heard it?
And there you are, there you were, regurgitating. Knowing every 1 pee'ing brings you and locked Tony duress. He paid ZippyPets. It's just what-not-to-your-love widthiness so missed, eased out his extensions. Bad little breeze! Bring his pretty toe, up.
Yeah, we were alone. And look, amazed!
"RICH?! HE-"

gaunt cave
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Nobody in the world can compare with me! Every time he's near, you know you on the team. Every radio active gets controlled and goes it's slammed it passes it's exams with thug degrees! Enough to see! Finally, and I know around I go around and grow it up and I slam it up, just loves, just because.
You funny, told you bitches 3, there's no known math exam this climbed upon easily-easily-easily getting sprawled across their math vocabularies and poppin' to the 7 because the Chevey's simply in the designs of some slick mind ill as fuck and bucking how I toppled over governments and over the future, the party's extended. We on the rhythm. We on the math. Yeah, we ape. Ain't that funny?
That dumb shit mixed with equivolatin' to my entertainment industry's rap decisions and this is funny as hell, where I walk it's all bitches go, and look, oh, bitches go, they go: "All" and "All" and "All day" and in them commonplace, there's no puberty, so I watch what I say. I suppose we winnin' brawls where we come from. Any given Sunday, na'ah let's do plays on that, let's throw cinnamon-rocks cold-show down on everybody! And there we are, all we need, is less of all of that bitchy sound and all of that cementing from an industry that could do nothing less than cause this same sense of synergy in nothing that does nothing else, but to do shit, this human simply shows 'em up and inserts his selfish ass in lines I got 'em Christianing. Since I ballout, let's get this crowd-funded. Big decision. Like or Brawl. You know whatever time that wall on the world getting clocked, we at robbery with being the coolest species in existence and I need the queen to step forward and step above us all and so I squeaky clean lean down Siamese Twins up and down under opening shoppe on concessions and then lit them all because I'm a pioneer on all this money, dumb shit.

gaunt cave
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When there's probably out running you more to your degrees. I'm the only one down the thrum of the drumming. It's as if trust through its own destiny. I slowed down every finger. Every finger elastic. I would've "I'll bet". Now, I don't touch it. I don't acknowledge it. I just reach that over to the public just to states that this existence is somehow linked with how you parliament up against your disease and it's always 'evolutionary'. I'll probably boof one. I'll poof one. It's on my drink. I'll need reasons stated when I'm this far into this dreaded machine, and I'll lean. I'll stim. One bet. I'm on your team.
Again, with a "hey, is anything funny?"
Here, I'll hear you running.
It's still the gun-thing. Every one dumb-thing. If it only came with one thing. It's my reason to give them all all of their reasons.
And stately imparted, impart it.
It's resolved with all of that elasticity.
BB-24 15

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Do you know what it's like to be like "Out an Empire" with all of that runnin'. Truth or do it from the faith or all of it thankfully thankfully lifted to a man I'm spent.
If it has to all come from a queer. I knew saved from the government a tyrant. I knew that. Still I ran it off of my foot. If I do it all to you now? Would it still be like Bin Laden? Hmm? Let's Sphere. Let's just Concentrate. No thanx. I'll split now I'll spirit I'll runs it along on more of my spirits. I fear it. But I doubted the community. It shaved it? My mind 'reathes. It's straight down Cool Ass dial on your Spirit Community.
Tab or event?
Hahahahaha.
Should've just ran then down and out with a smile and waving "damn" on all of my fingers?
Should've ran when I scattered the phone.
The phone, dead, did chose so wisely-once upon terminal-drilled it along and then slow so the system says or does what I or anyone thinks? I'm not your government. I just smile down, dribbling down things.
Live that in Cali. Live that in Everybody.
All I stoat, is that my surmise?
L, I'll be down one, in this against the system overdesigning overdesigning the happy Heaven, did it smile on any of my drinks? I'll fear a sphere so as I slow dishes inside of this mind and thinks.
You wanted in on 7. I wanted robbers. So I stowed them slummingly along with the dishes of a weak-ass standard of bars this side of: "YOU IN?!"

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All I see around me are zombies. All I see around are vampires. All I see around me are werewolves. I does what every last- thinking did. Did it again. Hey you knelt out College, all I said was "somewhere in the future I hope I inspire back the Magic of the land and then inn a slave and then enlavish? All of that creeping out of my throat. I better slide a bullet-proof vest again every time I'm among the razorbacks and the piranhas of what? I'll go high? I'll go mighty! I'll go mighty!
You think that just because it's wrong, it will prove shit?!
All I've spent is Money, Money, Money. What the fuck do you mean, is every bones spent upon this life? I'm a masseuse with the massage, I tone "entone this" and then sit: "does everybody thinks?" along this or is just the same the same length of 'dressing around with sergeant.
Hi, is that clear? Don't let that accident play in my own head or in my own bust because I didn't trust them fully knowing I'm so solving this over in selves I acknowledge with the wrong spit, I could drift off and go slit off every victim, I could sit back, I could sit, do math, and then do the math at them logically.
I can call 'suit!', and then explain how it was dripping with solvers, dripping with automatics along they and everybody's spit and gets acknowledged this year as I swimmed back into fishes, with vicious- estrangely-aware of what I'd do them and what I'd do to all government things that didn't start first with the proof of which roster fostered in and then clipped accosted with haulstered glintin' underneath all them, didn't know my tone, so I only enlove with it, entone with this shit. All I slare, I slare: Bin Laden. A tamed Mufasa. Who'a been that? I'd across you. You don't sit with me, dude.

gaunt cave
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I'm crumping you right now. Every thought in my head on a shallow base. In it I thought it dropped it automatics. Every slowin' stoatin' thing it thinks it fully spittin' with automatics and I don't care what his or his bitch's thinks, I'm on an open water, opening a war of water down on my opera and I got everybody runnin'! I got everybody runnin'!
G-Unit G-6 Dripped with Nine
In 'is head, still dead partly, partly ripping out stronger machetes and automatics, slapping you drunk, do what?!
Do what in this circumcisement?!
You only meant for me to be with you 'til the end and I'mma fight all of those feelings with stoatly is my wide-known'd reply: "It's just not what you think." "It's just not what you thinking"
Rap Empire Galactic-a' Council, the only folder every one of them should be it's steadily wondering is:
"Do I dare to come out or am I living?"
And if that harvey on that math, I'm being delivered everywhere.
I'm dead? Then the man living. Then he got the hints down. Then I got guns. I got 'thunks down harder' on everybody and buddy, I don't know why I got a big smile but you wanted the win now, and you know I just appear, clarify, and then enlarge on everybody: "Look, I'm their Mother!" I'll explain it on the Mother's Terms, later, but right now I wanted to clearly see something, on contrarily, just parting a wife a telephone on the air and then begging them to then add "add miss-" to the ho while she crelpts out a wall, I go 'why' and 'why is it wired?'

gaunt cave
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If he holdin' hands this year same time this year, there's really no place in history humankind was this linked, and so I organized them early, and earlier and earlier on, I'll still slittin' my thumb.
All of them water, water, water. It never cross. That means it never cross me. Ooh.
All the rappers are in my Discords. That makes them the Clearly-Them-Bitches. Don't you know "don't you" anyone thinks?!
My mind's prepared, that means you "better slit that on me."
I'll cut scenes there.
I'm blood on the crash. I just suddenly said "everyone", and now what does everyone think?
I swear I got blasters, more.
There's war in 2 floors.
There's a state on my phone and I won stating that dead out on the math onto the waters except I'd crelpt this straight blue system slamming in the front with all of you that whacked coming off of whack thoughts until I toned that that didn't entone me that's just said "drip, I'll sergeant..." Faster the waters. Every tone I glares, I probably skimp on the soap. Every last phone on my preparedness, except easily I'd access command centers. Point #1. Never paint on the matter, without painting on the floor. All of those villagers in troops out we have all fished, I'm just swimming straight on your inwards, biting every mighty cut checked with the bleeding ommissions of having a Fatherland that doesn't do WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?!

gaunt cave
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The globe in the middle of my castle spits the floor, the floors of which I dungeons in a replies. Said that like: "guys", don't know why they do what they'll move, thinks, it's not even a spit-G upon it now so I get it acknowledged across the wall to the floor, dead because I sub-tones in all that wants, matters into this spittin' mirror, look it, a sphere, look it, tone at it, cmere! tone it! sergeants know that slow, so I tone what? All of that magic castle spittin' out that Mawi, Mahi, and Mad, I got you, I want me, I want these, I glow, I slit that, slow, so I want it scientifically with it peering along the thong and everything walked with it.
Partly gave that, sergeants. If you all envy being part of my song, better know 'sillouettes' that down in a lair where I mare' I walked in strangely, strided that with a bullet-proof vest on.
The females need to be moved. Out of my way. Don't give me that "why".
I swear that shit moves. I'd rather stare. Move at this, across.
Canada Straits. It's in Their Air: "Whom'd It Play?" I'll probably weigh in up to this, somewhere up in there.
Drillin' us teenagers 'til time wood it find me and I throw that great gwoppa like why is this constantly something to do with how my dry my energy at this relationship is to someone who might hold them back at the fold of math that's strange at Magic. Those are mistakes. It's all of their carnage against my weight against the state of the manhood and the womanhood scrimming, it's terming off of my apology, no direction, directionless, needing, any fucking thing this thing is breathing.

gaunt cave
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Rule Number 1 is that Mother Earth gets its thumb. It's thrumming.
Rule Number 2 is that Humans then become Rule Number 2 everywhere in the world and I gleam at them 10x9x4 like dontknowthathate whereipartwiththeirair and wellthenyoubettercooloff
Can I just say how proud of Humanity I was? In this stone, I'm stowin'. Slittin' I'm into this descent. It's a crescent-chief. You'll never pop 'Doobsters' at me!
Rule Number 3 I do whatever the thing wants. I get it like 'move'. Then it's AllPiaoLiang inside as if time had a glick man would stick and so I deaden the weapon and then crispily re-alarms the same song with every hood thanks every hood's green! And so I gleam "sergeant" now if I wants.
I'll probably end up cooperating. I'll tone them "what?"
It only stowed replies.
It regarded him as highest.
Congratulations.
Rule Number 4 Keep it Competitive Keep your Heads Up Keep your Hopes Up Keep a Dead little Beat for every Ensnare I have envisioned
Rule Number 5 When you hear their stoats, don't cry at walloped, rather demonstrate a 9 like hence, it's time forward.
Rule Number 6 It probably Compares Me. But I look Dumb, at replies. I grit, I stare at their walls walls heavily. I'm shits you stint stoned with teenagers. I'm your man, I'm dumb. I'm slitting everything-everything.
I'd rather be a Man, but.
Howmever.
I'm still sippin' this syrup out of the cup.
I'll grin.
I'll grow them: "What?"
I'll slow at time, if it exists.
If its existence. If its existence.
Ever stares at me. I stares at the floor. I hope that you entered my mind. My mind's a weapon every captivation captured in the share of the thumb I thrumb at it "SO, savages?!" and then in it, it compares with every state of every being and committed to another ring-dreader.

gaunt cave
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When I'm doing my Big Walk. Know a Big Out when I south Hits. I'll steady walkin' our problems. I'll steady walkin' our shots. All that they know: my shots blame higher. Higher and higher upon pillars of parlors upon emerging out of the Aftermath Dungeon of whatever's I's saying is getting slitting, slitting across "I states no matters", "hi, I probably carpel tunnel hints at you 'I suck at writing, I suck at reading, I suck at dreading, ahm. Uhmm.'
I had so much similar lines written in my patronage. And my character sheet ends. But here, tell it like I'm sung. Don't feel dumb like me. When I had it: "Can I haz it?" and then glanced at the parlor 'til the parlor came along and got a neck, and all I could say is Hallelujah, imagine if that Ninja in that, dead, twists upon this simlar-ends I had on planning on similarizing on energy I'm high off of smoking high off of the nearer descent of having all of this staring at me, crispily, creepily, breathing and throwing me slow down insides against the the having the nessness of having an organ, and then similarizing in time, time want's.
All of that dead-dead, you don't talks me. All of that choked, I could gloat at those, choked with a similar lines like follow the Holy Father and I hope the Holy Father Parts and I invented that math.
Don't allow me, impossibly, to grunt at that math.
That's a slow heed. Look, it flows it drops all scents scents to the bottom of the roster.

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Instead of chasing a revolver, I'd rather choke whores on Earth and ain't knowing that and knowing that and knowing that. My mind flows. They all hatin' on me because I'm not worth jack. I'm probably on crack, missing. I told them my whole bandwidth. It's not going to show out. I'm not just going to consider this on this kind of crack and so whack that shit is whack and took over whoever you had growin' down under its skin.
First to laugh. When it's hashed, the snitches all get labored and then put into concentration camps so that I can use its brain to usely put through whatever the point was to outsell me, a sellsword who wasn't wealthy? When I count the cuts, it hits. It's to Daddy I'm growin'. One day I'mma leave this World!
Everything about evolution in this gangster's ape neediness like slugs.
"I'm a proud dude with a proud move. I'll hurt you when I rehearse this and slit around with what I am, back."
Here, kids. Here's the math. Scribbled this in Chinese. You know how this lives.
But I'm coolest shits. I'm cool shit.
I just wasn't throwned away the way it was gravity the way it weighed it against its chest, as if ABSOLUTION would've PRODUCED 'EM!
And there, it wants proof.
it'll be okay, daddy. You can go to sleep.
One day I'm gonna save the monkeys.
Ape them. One nation. One tired nation...

undone flare
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COUPE GROOVE SLOW WHERE IM COMIN
MONEY COMIN HITTIN BOTH FEET A RUNNIN
FLEX BUFFED IN NEVER KNOWN FOR BLUFFIN
SONNY STUNTIN ICE COLD WHEN ITS SUNNY (ICE!!!)
RIDING ON TWENTIES FIT DRIPPIN DUMMY POCKETS STUFFED A HUNNEDS
YOUNGINS NEEDA TAKE DIS HOME TO STUDY IT,
TEACH U HOW TO BE THE MAN AND COME EQUIPPED
ROLLS ROYCE COLOR SAND INTERIOR RED CLIFF
SHAWTY ON SOME OTHER SHIT I AINT REALLY FUCKIN WITH
CHOPPA WITH A DRUMMER KIT, AINT MISSIN IF IT COME TO IT
METRO BOOMIN WITH THE CLIPS, JAY Z WITH THE PINCH
BLA-ZING HELLA PLANTS, HAD TO GRIND FOR THE FANS
SHOWED UP TO THE DANCE, ROCK THE PROM LIKE A JAM
COULDA BEEN AN ESSENTIAL ASSET TO THE PLANET (WHAT HAPPEN?)
THE ENVIORNMENT WAS TOUGH THROUGH THE SCRUFF REMAINED HANDSOME
YOUNG RICH IN MANSION NAME IN LIGHTS ROCK THE SHOW HIT HAMPTONS
ROOM SERVICE TRIED TO SCAM HIM, THROW HANDS WITH HIS MANS AND HIM

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DAM HE WENT FROM NOBODY TO A GARGANTUAN

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ARTIC ICE ON NECK SANTA ING, BIG BREAD ON BAGUETTES, NEVA FORGET HIS STANDING 10

gaunt cave
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Rap too bagged, I brought it. Don't cap it, recappin' wreak havoc with a stain that much further into your munch-crime, is it? See. You've been stung over three thousand times while I've only been stung over once!
If I spill it, "will he heal it?", you know what stang when I sang: "I don't heed." You're too stang up about it and I don't have a 'wreak havoc' with ye every time ye sprees!
You sting! We sting! Let's just reap up the habit.
It's so narely-expensive! It's so narely-expensive!
And there, sung was about you. I'll rather pee-pee there, aha, I'm in.
I'd rather pee-pee on an island.
Quit clavicking. Quit clavicking. I'd rather feed that on mine muscle.
"MINE MUSCLE?!" That's NINE LIVES!
Heed that way. Heed that way, again.
Oh, look! So you're a habit there! Alright.
Keep hustling. Just look after us. Where it's dark, heed at your thousand-percent! Oh, it hurts.
Keep hustling, just like "Keep money". Every tone I go tongued, don't mean a team need a hustler, huh?! Ain't it?! Keep 'hustler' away.
Don't put that.
Soon as you "don't put that". Team hustler! Bye! Crept downs! Bye, now I'm your only hustler, and away!!

gaunt cave
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On this Discord rapping, practicing nonrelentlessly for the day you guide women in, children in, and then men in.
Controlling by your voice. I ain't say nothin' wrong, man. None of that men collaborating? I don't walk there. I don't 'when' if..
I use this to control my mission. My ommission. Bring out all men. All that lookin' here, don't defend the wrong thing. Please leaves nothing but sticks on that 'only'.
Judging by every pistola. Dead if it did nothing. Men meant something to me. It's partly where I fuel.
If 'don't' don't in 'mend', 'don't' don't 'only if'. Daddy replies.
I won't leave that in the wrong teenager. Dead of repeating? Glide. Tones and it messages me. Sho' won't beef about now. Won't leave about 'why' if men defend you, dilapidated fuel. She'da toned she'd tongued: "if sheets are glyphic", slide. Don't defend that. Don't defend that message 'healing you'. Alright, it's toned: "hitted, hinted, and at fuel".
Don't be that mind repeating the same wee' shit he has.
All depend on it. If it don't look queazy, then tongued: "hitler, if I'd hand o' godded you just now"

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She wee'd. I would've passed them out. She would've grown just as soon as, just as soon as I saw that's coming out, but you know they don't shits me out. Am I a laughable gun? Am I a laughable gun? All the female human beings can't be seen, be judged, by that mission! I'm really one out of. I'm really one out of. The queen-bee. She slits them inside me. And when down to us, she'da been down I want out of a mission. I want a clean ship! Please! Queen and bishop. Queen! I really want to have walked out, I really ought have thought of, Louder! I'm straight hold on that bishop! Onto whatever queen needs times 6! I'm really whiskey your cold team needs! I'll straight doubt there! I'll straight doubt there! Damn, did you really need a straight doctor, there!

pearl copper
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Just another day,A life and a dream,
But speaking what you say, never seems to really be. Hypocrites with elegance will override the eloquence that you so seek to see. Iā€™m telling you that evidence was always sewed from seeds. That you and I canā€™t comprehend but I can make you see. That shit in soil is not turmoil but life life to live out free. And narrow minds canā€™t coincide with dreads youā€™ve always dreamed. Iā€™ll let you know know we reap and sow the nightmares came from few. Loving life is lost in time so cuts on arms pursue. Just know Iā€™m here to lend an ear Iā€™m always here for life can make a new. LOVE. BIG EGO

undone flare
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VRIN VRIN TWIN ENGINES DISPENSING HEAT FRICTION
SKRRRT PAST HIM OUTSHINING RACE UP TO THE TOP 10
NO MATTER WHATS SPENT HEADED NUMBER ONE AND I WONT STOP THEN
CANT EVEN DAP SKIN, GET CUT ABSCENT EVEN TRY-ING
RING RING, PHONE DIME BITCH IM DENYING,
SHE WONT TAKE NO ANSWER OR BE A TIE IN
CALIFORNIA PINING, DELTA HIGH MINT/MEANT FRESH ON SOME TRIDENT
CLIMBING OUT WHERE ITS DIVIDED, TAKING CONTROL OF MY CLIMATE
BAITING THESE HOES FOR THE SCIENCE, DICKING EM DOWN NO SURPRISES
MOVE COBRA SLY ON THE SIDE ENDS NEVER UNDECIDED
HOLD THE TORCH LEAD WITH GUIDENCE
BRIGHTER DAY BETTER PAY NO MORE COUNTIN CHANGE SURVIVN
I GO FOR TOTAL HIGHNESS, ICE WILL BLIND BITCHS THE FINEST
SHOW ME MY RIVAL IM LEAVIN NO SURVIVORS
THEY TOLD ME I WOULDNT MAKE IT, MADE A KILLIN MOMENT OF SILENCE
STACKIN SHEETS LIKE LASANGA, THEY GONE KNOW MY SAGA
FROM CROSS THE GLOBE NO HIDING, RODE BY MYSELF I DONT KNOW U PARTNA
MY KUSH IS LOUDER, MIND PROFOUNDER, BITCHES ROUNDER
STACKS BY POUNDERS COOPE FISHTAILING FLOUNDER
FUCKED THE WORLD MONEY TALK MY STACKS BOUND TO BE A SHOUTER
IM AN ALL AROUNDER GRIND SINCE TODDLER GRAB MY COAT IM OUT HERE
FUCK THE BADGE DOWN BAD SHOW NO FEAR
PICK UP WHAT IM LAYIN DOWN ITS SO CLEAR
SHOUT OUT MY NIGGA ROACH, SHIT I ROSE BEER

gaunt cave
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All the pussy multiplied and I don't come down around your separations. My mind's just instrumental. It's crazy. Ever since I bobbed a "penny lieu"...
It's still One Blood recruiting for the drive and barkin' up a parkin' lot. That's still incinerations.
You know, we need you to be recruited to the drive.
All the pain I sent up, shots.
Bent over the mothership, the concrete gets indulged.
Pulling you out the Sitchi with these dips. Please keep talking. Me, stalking, is like an earthquake on the rictor scale of 6 out of 10.
"Should be recollected upon every memorization put on Earth's patterns.."
I gnawed them up. Gnawed them off. Gnawed them out.
The mothership thanks you. There's where you sit, concealed, 24 hours a day.
When it comes to war, it's either corroborate with me or pull an uzi out the Tommy's mouth and mouth-peeling imp-forward, slows-in, with-the-widthiness.
It walks, it wins you.
Hired you up out the auction.
Hired you up out the action-shoppe.
Still a mess to you, so on the daily, double-skipping.

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Overseer so deep you fathom it went some sleeps in sense with all of the squares of the world unfurling me and ripping this seed with scissors I'd have resolved off-scene with heaps of 'bout that shit since magicka wasn't a wanted term, I'm earning more than what their shards shot.
Sometimes I'm often, trippy. Take your skis off. Dance with me.
I'm often flownt in numbers over happily skiddingly across the streets it was just me near them in the vicinity of the beat you up before you were born and twist them vocabularies like me insides that make me drip each annointment on top of it gettin' solved, absolved, and halves their math with whack incisions just to hint them drips each moment to get a sitdown you need a big mouth, a neater scowl, I'll always be prouder and blacker than the bitch you had on fade, and so switch math? I'd rather average out without a howl. How'd that unfurl? Lookin' you up at up and down and them added up to them it's not going to slowly make sense so just become so comfy heading slick runs in twists so deep into our enemy and watch him fight so hard he'll pull our weight down. Beat their might. Beat their mind. Make them sit. Switch around with you. Watch you people hand me greedily gerbils with vermin. I suppose I mixed it, too. I too supposed that! I'd en moan that's "bitch city". Let's see if "scrub these titties" from off me ever cements me in angrily. At them again with heat.

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It won't be subtle. How I overcame and usurped wasn't painted in mystery. A white boy named "Matthew Whebell" comes out and oddly switched "tames" with the "mends" and then "outgrows" a weapon.
Appreciation of the masses, the math was thugged, I just forgot to overcame it out, with annihalation in the books, it's odd that these left scripts in them, then?
The underground should chalked with shame. It's in bigger calls in inner city's. So deep I'm in with these with Starbucks and Arbys becoming Starby's and Arbucks and I'm already rich, re-christianing the thick sound with ye inchin' body and then smotherin' the same and the motherless is the motherfucking blame I'd need to understand my name.
Come out and walk that. Learn't. Now....
Showed up, dripped. Put that knife on me. Bigger hilts over shoulders? I wouldn't have known I understudied since the walk-out was: "been rich" and "I touch nobody."
Now I'm going to touch nobody.
It's all me? "When over?"
I'll just cauldron until the whole squadron utilizes my nunchucks.
Quit, let's hug it.
Let's move all of this shit around.
In the parlor, but in "Land", they're in the same, tumbling, it's none of them, hold a stretch on me.

gaunt cave
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Are you up there burning? Are you not a purrdy cat? What's that got in ya that I arises: when's thought guessin'-gonna-sendout what-a-weak-signal's? You know he is to you, steadily listening to you.
A grenade. A cache. A consumption supply-line of concierges, jewels, gauntlets, and more humps that you don't know' Replies reach back it's just his reactions en incisions, sorely focussed, as siphoned, get a glyph, paint you up, Miyagi.
I phoned up. I fucked about it. But you didn't. But you doesn't. I have bars of standards that are flown as "common sense" but are elevated beyond you, tremendously. I'll be behind the scenes of each wisdom you find and try to fly and hide en subterfuge because that's the what-would-you-do that he heads off me.
All surroundin' getting murlaught'd and that's outta-the-degree of witch-shit-you-should'-be-runnin', soon as he memorizes, soon as a man-he says it. Does it answer'th anything? Oh, the whole meaning of the game?
I'm schlame-except I'm once-up'd that, revised and tried to deny the Nile runnin', river-baseheads just dared try-to-take'
All I quape, put jugs in.
Man, it's hard to focus up Ip-Man out of that.
Free, lately, and you're stared, so do that, and do that.

gaunt cave
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When it come to spiders, I'm a daddy with a baddie he's saying snitched up out the top of me and I would like to observe the shutout. You know "When He is Going In, Quick, Loved?" There's no learning in sixth. There's no company can pull your snitch in with ye ambling off the basehead.
You want to know quick spidermints? Quick spidermints glaring at your ass, your feet snail. They dancing, but they observed about the same as a coppermouth.
Spit boil ya' ants is ass fanny, sit and uppercut, and you'll come up with that.
I go: when I wend, spit be the bodies. I'm not out of the central. Locations spitting money, I'm always keeping money, and there's no good tirade in any of that, there's no good tirade in any of that shit and I park to sit and sit back to sip. Bye, you're probably coddled. With cushion, grew 'codgled'. Chose 'bludgeon'. Left one of ya'll home. What'd you think of my steep spidermints? What'd you think of that "skank, you foolin' around one". Tell you, marked in stone ain't what ain't telling you captioned on, tell you what? the better part about marks with the spiderlands spiderland's violence, then we'll hop in 'bout a snake? I'm cemented to ya. I'll still partly imbarbed, imparted with the way you says it.
"Ape, I've been compartmentalizing same as spider, same as snakes. Quit the valley, why don't you go and catch yourself, more? I'll have been fired. What's that walker crawlin' about you?"
It must not be your name. It must be part of the same song.
Hey, let's all-of-a-sudden listen-in, just this once across what I'd kept.

When it come down to spiders, I'd better forget what I said to my pet Tony about the half I held in climbing his ascent.
He gave me "click" and I gave him "clop" and I fully wrapped them condoms in them wrappers and then caught the stunnin' in the check of what I'm walking, I'm recognizing this abyss and then I'm slamming sure fists in this weapon degrading it's a hair-razing pertainment to what I'd catch belonging to me.

undone flare
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WHY MUST LIFE BE TEMPORARY BABY?
GOOD AND EVIL LIVING CONTEMPARY

AINT ENOUGH TIME, AINT ENOUGH TIME
OUTSIDE WITH THE POLE DONT RIDE ON EM BLIND
CASH ON MY MIND, BLASTED OFF PINE (KUSH!!)
WAIT A MINUTE BABY, PAUSE AND REWIND
STAY A MINUTE BABY, GOT HEAD OUT MY MIND (DOME!!)
SHAWTY DAMN FINE, SHE SAW THE DOLLAR SIGNS,
YOUNG AND ON MY GRIND WORK AGAINST INCLINE
BLOWIN UP LANDMINE IS HOW IM GETTIN MINE
BIG CHECKS GONNA GET SIGNED THIS AINT JUST FUCKIN RYHMES
DUCKING 12 CAUSE THEY KEEP ON NINES
HOPPED OUT FROM THE HOOD GUT INSTINCT KEEP SURVIVE
ROUNDIN UP ON THE FLEX,
DOIN MY BEST TO HELP THE LESS
YOU RATHER MAKE IT HARDER ON THEIR TRIP
BEEN ON THE ROAD BUT SPLASHED ON YOU SHRIMPS
SWAGGER PHATTER, DONT MATTER, I CAN WEAR WHATEVER N LOOK LIT
DROP 10 ON A FIT, IM TALKING HAMILTON TWO FIVES ON THE SHIT
CHEAP AS A BITCH STACKING CHIPS HORDING CRUMBS LIKE RITZ
KEEP DISTANCE WITH STICK POP YO BLIMP

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NECK N MY WRIST IS ON CHRISTMAS

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BROKE BOYS BETTA GET TO A FIXIN

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SHIT I CAME DOWN WITH A MISSION, GRINDED IN FORWARD POSITION, APALLO 13 MOON ROCKS GLISTEN (STONES!!!)
BLOW TORCH A YOUNG SIZZLER (DAAAAAAAAM!)
WHEN IM 90 YEARS OLD WILL STILL BE SMOKING BIG SWISHERS
TOOK OUT A DIME AND I DINE AND I DITCHED HER
MIGHTA BEEN YO SISTA QUEEN, FRESH LISTERINE BOY IS YA?!

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WE NOT THE SAME SPITTING TWISTERS, COUNTING HUNNEDS TIL BLISTER

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THESE PUSSY CATS ON SOME ARISTA

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YO BITCH GET THE JEST, KNOW THAT "PRICE" LIKE "FISHER"

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DICK BIGGER THAN PITFALLS WHIP, SCHOOL SKIPPER TO SIX FIGURES

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THE FUCKIN LIST TOP 1O TO EVER EXIST JUST GOT BIGGER, DANK IN THIS MOTHER FUCKER HERE DELIVER TO BEGGINNERS IM FLOWING RIVERS,
SPLASHING LONG JOHN SILVERS, BALLING NEVER CLOSE SHAVE LIKE SKINNERS,
A BITCH GETTER, WORKING OUT GETTIN FITTER, COULD CAUSE SHIVERS BALLIN LIKE JOAN RIVERS

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YO BITCH HAD TO GET A BABY SITTER, THEN SHE CAME OVER SLID MY BABIES IN HER

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HEAT SHIT SENDIN EMBERS, EXTUINGUISH THE PRETENDERS LIVING HEAVEN AND HELL WITH THE SINNERS
STAY GRINDIN LIKE BLENDERS, NEVER FRIENDS OF US, FISTICUFFS FUCK YOUR TRUST YOURE A FIBBER

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TILL IM FUCKIN OLD AND BITTER, A SPITTER SEND YOUR FAVORITE RAPPER DOWN THE SHITTER

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SING TO YO BITCH AND SHE JITTER, RANG ON HER PHONE AND SHE WENT AND HIRED A BABY SITTER

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1980S GOLD CHAIN HANG WHEN I HIT HER (SMASH THAT ASS!!!)

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BLUNT SO BIG CALL ME A TREE SPLITTER

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DUNK ON PIGS SCATPACK 6 SPEED SHIFTER

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LEAD THE FENDER, PETAL TO THE METAL, CLIFF HANGER ENDER

undone flare
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SHOW YO BITCH MY GOLDMEMBER,
WANT SMOKE? I GO CAMEL BOLD, WENT FROM BROKE TO BIG FIGURE,
LEANING AGAINST THE, JAG FENDER AUSTIN POWERS GRABBING HIS ZIPPER
SPLASHIN LIKE KIPPER BUT STILL SEND YO ASS CONCRETE SHOES IN THE LAZY RIVER

gaunt cave
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Shit I saved, I would've been murdered for on the streets, wearing no beef, no color on product but I'm behind the bar.
All of you know weak splitters:
Get bitches. Get money. Get change.
Where they fly, there are no radars. I just came to the sky and picked it up.
Lord, I pray that my mind don't save me.
To be all about that change in the wares of what we explaining:
Came with a chain big enough for a couple starving to then take the color of mine and then liven it up to bunch of groupie sticks with molecules to do, to came, to do what it do.
With nothing but yellow interiors.
It's down to loosen things.
Floated up in the bank.
You're all a weak splitter.
Treat her as gar-garbage as a gargantuan ape explaining the change that he always gets, delivered out of change.
Leaders behind walls. That's the cost of humanity.
Please don't feel out our ways, it's in the wars, styrofoam pouring up out the zoop.

gaunt cave
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But I'm slowing in my jam. I'm always slowing in the jams.
Fucked a meal, took a meal, ended up doing with it what I ended up wanting to do with 'em.
Starts with a villager in the Packmule following a feeling with every block gettin' pulled along with 'em.
Ends when he and his fishes in vision, all his cousins, buzzin' with the broad.
Starts with an animosity for every war and murder. Ends when the Earth is gettin' drilled along its own currency.
Starts with the block. Ends with the wife in the night.
Education, masteration. What the fuck did you do with your weapons?
In a leaderless system, are you with the sheep or do you have a vagina?
Starts with the wifey. Probably ends with the Nike's.
Oh, these might just be... A light surprise, suddenly.
45 Chains getting brought to the brain, but he's always walking out his stick.
Ain't nothing change, you know I'm about to walk beside them.
I need the knowledge that is sometimes hidden behind mesmerizing the patterns in the TV screens.
Growing up half, because it's just Ray Jay choosing which incision he's going to want in your genes.
I need you like I need my truck.
Starts with the resolving of the matters. Ends with the fight.
Doing everything with my money, except, in a way, it's just popped when I want these real titties.

gaunt cave
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"Commander or lieutenent?"
You land there or do you lend it?
All that said in 'bout me...
All that said in 'bout me...
But what'd it part you?
I'm ripping all canaries up.
I'm ripping up the floors.
Go ahead, throw down there, little teenager.
Get smokin' there, just GG, just in there, like me.
You wanted the buck?! You wanted the buckedness out of it. Straight added-ness, I don't drip dirty faucets.
You wanted to grill one, real late, and I just move you.
Now tell me get a dirty dancer, all up them flows.
You've felt in in the war's security.
You've felt it in the jar's waiver.
You want that? Let me lend that.
"What the fuck? You HEAR me?!! Do you want to learn your vocabulary strings with another one teased, it's a motor-mouth, motor-packed, and fucked up, tried to do mine and then do 7. All that run by him, doo.
You would've realized about a mouth: "Oh, how'd it come out?"
I go: "Oh, what? The Sound?!"
The mesmerizing paiger. Don't tell me of its existence.
I would've ripped that paper straight off the shelf and given them hell, reigned in empires that battalions couldn't foster so out a hopper-growed out a disaster, hopped-out: "Here."
You stayed on my staycation.
You stayed on my 'desertion'.
You're a fully-grown in trust that I could career-crawl back like I'll pile them later, right now we're going on the floor.
You know there's a dozen surprise stings?
You know you're collared, when I hear that, don't get me high, don't call me the fuck out, I'd rather career, longer.
You're all flowed with special packs. It's just a motor, jacked up, it's too surprised.
I'm not afraid of you pilers.
I'm not afraid of G sounds, and you rollin' street?
Why'd you rollin' streets?
Sheets are just gwops of feelings I would've leniently given it stays in taxes season under the dance of surmising up and down the trillions that drills like you hound forever for the sound of whatever's coming, coming out, coming now, coming down, again and I rolled up flinstones like popped with.

gaunt cave
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Would you have done more as a gangster?
All of those street stripes don't mean it hardly holds you.
If you'd have impeded my G steppin', left one braindead, then one hunched, in there, I'd enter into the competitions with very mixed swaggers. There's Cony lining them in the streets. There's Cony lining them up in the beefs. If it's beef exchanges, I don't remember that one enterin' no no one's gonnorhea, and so, trapped, trapped he pulls out the math, he pulls out the statistics. It's all they would've wanted played. I'd rather that get into me.
If you think I'll let it ever budge me, you're probably a weak one.
If it just gets you off with these heavy ass clean shaves with the club of the death of the warlock I'm throwing on, unthwarted. Is it attained or is it dressing up for war?
If you're paid up in this section, it's because you're gay.
You're fucking ugly. Plainly, like a disfigured man. With a 'stead of watching, I'll stand, feet budging, now I'm on my budget, crossed you in my mistakes. You probably wanted me playing you in the air.
That's only because your average man is probably mistaken.
Hold wide, drumsily...

Here, you're rich: "5.."
If it's doubting when you stepping, that's because the child didn't design his career.
You'll hear him grumbling, eventually...
That's as floated as with a special pack. All added up, with subtractions.
Bye, me.

gaunt cave
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Timber streets. Timber feet. Strut past you. No, doth you? What past me?
Hinting 3. 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9
I don't whine. I don't crime. I just strip thumbs. Why? What dost you Matt thought up-?
I thought we struggled a lot, given.
There's always shits given where his warns none of his shits given?
I explains past that part. 4, 3, 4.
Dreaded a lot, I walk in your vicinity, I spread shots. Welcome or not, you're going to become Earth's new vicinity against the man you thought partrition?
Solemn me. 1, 2, 3.
I can't scream shots while I'm livin', then...
Ready or not? Here I come.
1, 2, 3, 4
Wolf comin' down the street. What does'th man: "What leaves you?"
10 by 4. I scream I'm for war. I can thwart. What do ya'll do? I scream on paint like a man out of glummin'.
I scream for.
Dreaming more.
I can't squeak. 5, 6, 9. I hate where I'm livin', now. Anyways, not todays. I can't scream: "WHY CAN'T ME?!!!!"
GIVE THEM WAR!
GIVE THEM WAR!
Why give war?
They don't know.
They don't know I scrummin' lack of duddily to the third degrees. I explain constant fangs. I drip war. I scream war. What war for? Tons of war for?

hasty ivy
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2024

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Musik*

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Ohhhhhhhhhhhh

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Ohohoohohkuhhhhh

sacred cedar
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Yo?

mighty brook
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Life been getting heavy like big bellies
Tip toeing but still stumping cause my body deadly
Standing on business while balancing like ballet dance
Like he man slay my enemies use they blood for uh lava lamp

gaunt cave
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I walk because the man's crazy.
I park at the lady. I might've smoked some bitch 180
Man, I bleed on all dumb men. I pop one at the numbers. I'm just a shitty way to walk at the back.
Where everybody wants the one gun to truly say something about the sound coming down from round them and I'm poppin' in the everscent.
That sounds like three-one sharks and I'm charged to this degree!
I'm negative, bee. Shine on. That's Chliss ware'd. That's drip shakes.
That's gnawed off if they ass don't feel like 'congratulations'.
I'mma be the best at the bar I'm defeating.
Fully in the game. Burning reasons crispily.
You read. I would've walked. I read. You read. I ate. You ate.
You're not part of the body of me? Then I guess is the creep's lessons filling you up!
You ford with stakes?!
I'm a blonde. I ain't done nothing wrong. I ain't done nothing wrong.
Put a lil' fade on it and bend me back so popularly with a popu. laced with that and props you lay me fully walk in the brain with the shame and I'm doing my dad' Pinnochio before you will ever bleed in the proud members out the club of the USA.
You crawled up out of you.
I crawled up part of they.
I fully dripped in acid, hipped to protect you.
No gun's waving, now I'm off the real of the pill, you really knocked up two baby pills and I crawled the same roll, calling in tolerance.
There's no shame in the crazy wisdom I had in the back, pretending I'm off of that steam but I'm a pulley carted in the back of an apartment that's just so slittin' with the funds of the governments.
I'm no need. I'm shitty and I love them, baby, this century, because barely anyone arises with the tongue to do the undressing of the dumb men'd everytime.
Every time I'm learning on the phone with a gangsta enveloping over the real drama whizzing past you in the sheets that could've barely leaped you into the backfield.
I'm just being real. Being real. Yeah. Gotta be live. My city.

undone flare
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HUH !!šŸ”„

sacred cedar
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Wrote this for @dire ingot

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AS in shouting him out not

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Not like my bars are his

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PAUSE

gaunt cave
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I'm a little chopper with the gravitatin'.
Every way you can say your phrases to signify you're alive.
Bring me the time. I'll bring 'em the violence.
Na'aw I ain't stoppin'. I stop, it bends on our metropolis.
I roll 'our 8. I plate out your body for venoms to similarize in yes, a body.
I'm fully wrong in ya, hitting ya. You ain't attained. I've attained a rainbow. Dripping your body's like dripping in stoves.
I play no more notes. It's not what your card's got into me. I'm a carcinogen, walking out with every phrase your bodies called "slavor" and then walked away with your sixth. In existence, in this princedom it hits.
I form the plate you bodies wanna entrap and then it stopped, why'd it stop? I'll come walk out your buddy. Its instance, it won't passify my body over grapes.
I'm a slave within your body. I'm not gnawed. I'm not corroded. I'm not comradre. I'm not collaborating with another stranger in the walk I parts with strange incense. In scents to this degree? Out the throat, I go: I won't crawl. I don't came out this body before. I must play it no more.
What'd you say to my phone? Oh, faster this centers, the faster it goes?
Plagiarized entries should be my wake.
I scratched it on all bodies. Wasn't me.
I'd rather have what thot what had when running up numbers, drum a tree, tame a leave, for.

gaunt cave
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I'mma sit and chill inside of them. Inside of that flow. Inside of that river. Fuck that, riding that hyena down the Nile River with the slug of about a hundred doughnuts surrounding seasons I ring about 'em and drip them along because them's wanted in feds and hunted in the sounds of a hundred games along the lengths of what the flavorance is what's once it sits inside them. God? You don't feel around them. You don't want to paint it in the mission. Listening, but I'm proud. I could get them. Get a reason for the surrounding get a game along insides insides they just let just sits insides the system them then it'd design dinner, Denims dripping forwards, following the base along the length of the weight of it pantomimes in this system I'd designed in since it's senswards with a runnin' torpedo, following the freezes with freezes along the bodies of the barbs it sits inside, like it just sends, and the sinners dripping inwards stutter at the slaughter. In it I will always win. It's just the seasoning that I didn't get, sharper, and there's something about the way I keep burning the butter at the bottom of the pan, and there's a flavor in the pantry that I keep missing.

gaunt cave
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What do I put on the leprosy if I'm putting in the holy digit, the only holy phat one?
What is wrong when I'm sitting in you the other East-side?
On this side, where there's killin', I do in ya, drops. Coochie wrung out with goodies. Muddy, Muddy, Muddy: I'll park. You'll bring in a lot, so boogie, boogie.
You'll carpenter a lot when you're in the doors and six feet, goin' woogie, woogie, woogie.
Eep. Don't back drops. Now we're putting you in, you in.
All the goodies brought to me.
You're wooden, wooden.
All that gloats, that glints, don't miss me. Now we're in mistakes. Woah, woodie, woodie. Needin' in me.
Pops thought we're in.
Too bad missed 'Pac. Oh, we're in? We're in.
Golden like that Frooty Loops goin': "We're in?"
We're in?
Gollum done brought us Frooty Loops.
One 'Pac century'd be me
All that throat, that wooden? Know'st its parchment to me, illa gangster with wood walking?
Don't you know that all tastes greenie to me?
'Pac throat vultured. It's cultured.
'Pac went this throat to me.
How come we're in? We're in? "We're in" parks at it to me.
Oh, together, come on-ness? Thoughts was broughtuhere, screaming i'dtext sent your fourblock in it, scratched-off you mean? All I know is "wah wah". You won't miss out. Come dark twisted thought upon this matter. Takes this with me.

tacit fossil
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Kids get high on smack then talk smack to their TVs.
Talk about kings and queens, who's that? Bitches with weak knees.
One shot to the back? Gatsby. Topple em over too easy.
Like, all they are is some rats in a trap, hopin to eat cheese.
Now they just sponges in the ocean, while we bask in the sea breeze.
Horrific, ain't it? Like watchin the advert for another Scream sequence.
So try to plea with reason, or plead the fifth.
As you see this scheme then know you'll leave in it.
Call it "trash," I'm "glad" you have an opinion, and like to speak on it.
Though know this, you'll go ghost if you speak again. Fuck a DP.
Hit you with a DB, go DK. Barrels rollin, give ya GGs. Get good or get breezy, like I aired it out.
Rippin the rhythm with writtens I give em, only thing I care about.
Make a killin from livin and addin these writtens to my victim count.
Disgusting.

gaunt cave
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I'm dating a transgender lets me hate what you think get out the moat, in lessers
I attained them on the first day. You would've tamed them, how, again? Without my prolapse. Without your morsel. You would've screamed "if it was ä½ (ni) again!" You know what I grew up?
When I put them on lamp-dial...
Peace and offerings. Peace and offerings. You would've grown back. Let's put a lamp down, now, you 귷蛋!
Yeah, you only sing to me! I'll be out, crawling them.
He ain't feces! Rise up! Threw you the paint!
Eats. So it lets me seep it, a little longer. Now that it's stronger. I'll grow down, mumbling, mumbling...
You ain't seen. It knows. Weezy, it's foulin'!
It's not for Weezy.. It's not easy to see...
You ain't grown Weezy, then you foul down again, there!
I might've cucked, that's just what swam down, belittling me, but I'll never feed her up!
Peter Piker with a dessert: man's squealor!
Read 'em up!
Read 'em up!
Oh, how high I grew that nut! Evil Empire!
Scratch it down - nowww~! I'll probably be conquerin'. I'll probably be beautiful. King and Queen. Let's cover knives because I'm screaming!
Read a challenger. Read a book.
Read what's booked and how high I've been.
Don't let me sigh. I'll bring "nigh".
I'll eat your peter devil book.
You're hickin' you one, there! You'll grow fired, if I fired it at ya, as if to affix it, and then affixed it so you can read it out of my book. Let's God Bless men. Let's: "Pope, find me!"
Deep, out, the lessons!
Creep out and find me!
I'll slovereign over nobody. Here, thereafter, nobody ever teared the French friskey.
Let's govern the land, ape.

Blood, sift:
Let's claim out our rules.
It's great evil, there, and then swayed it.
Let's keep along with alumni.
Let's feed our song.
What then don't you want?
Let's creeped it down again until the possibly, looped, and feed our burstin' with stings that you laired, and when they're laugh for din, laugh for din. Please swear you'll pass our troops. They're belonging...

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Bend them alive. 1.
When it's "when designed", read by the book. If it's a lesser, it just flees it.
I can't attain the mind because it's bookie, in here.
There's famed by lookie. Then tookie. Then reasoned out.
it's ringing..
Don't "cancer".
It's just lands that lanced up me.
I can't reason out why you're all cookies?
Last lane, seasoning. I'm going to be the blaster for Earth that you probably scratched one out, because there ain't reasons for looking.
Sugar.
There's just bitch waned. And I'm screaming. Whichever way you stop all the land. Whichever way out topples you.
There aint screaming on cursive.
I can't read them and then write?
"That's just teething all knives in the wrist way," I'm cursin'.
They're probably all teething the knives.
Each soul. Each person.
Somehow conflagured. There wasn't an answer. It wasn't draped.
I'll probably be SINGING me!
These wasn't streets!
These deep-owned, learning!
There's just when he out he ownt gritted his teeth!
I might bite bark me, with these answers, I'm stenciling out, as if by mine, as if on purpose.
There's always just screaming...
But you can probably bend out a person in me.
That's just deep squarin'.
You're not out evil. That's just the deep bowl in tree.
Sheets out this not a dip, change the script, gotta govern why, tied up by your answers, but by your eyes, haven't you fastened the seat belt? I can't reach out because "Help!" was a deep farmin' ant that you probably would've run in your wooden teeth, out.
I hate leeching. You're probably governed. I'll tie up by any down, meanings.

gaunt cave
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I could rob. I don't forescee seein' these checks. All that I squash, never leaves me. Indents...
You wasn't okay.
That's a passive. That's a sermon.
You didn't want to knee-deep, in wild, in wildling.
Please don't see me. What the challenge is?
You think that those men are what a million rocked, a million walked left out, there.
You wasn't coverin'. That's just barely between your knees.
You're not a cool cop. In there, priorities take shape. You wasn't on your own, you little boogey.

undone flare
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THEY DONT UNDERSTAND THE STIGMA A BIG HITTA
WRIST GLISTENIN YOURS DIMMER (SHINE!!!)
STAYIN FIT TO HOLD THE FIGURES BAG IM STACKIN BIGGA (FLEX!!)
MAME ON THE SIMBA YOU PUSSIES AINT IT UH (SPLAT!!!)
NO GLAD BAG ZIPPER THE HASH LIT NEED MASK TO SEE BETTA
SKETCHY SET UP AND IM SHOWIN UP EXTRA 2 BERRETAS
BALL UNCLE FESTER FOR BIG FETA, ROLL IN CHEDDA
RACE AHEAD OF YA GOT YO BITCH FEELIN FED UP

GTINDIN HIGH ON SHUTTLE ON MY HUBBLE
BURST YA BUBBLE LEFT HIS STYLE SUBTLE
K DOT ON SOMETHN HUMBLE TIL THE STOMACH RUMBLE
BUTTER HER UP LIKE A ROLL UNPIECE WATS JUMBLED

HEAD HOME N STRAIGHT DOVE IN TO YO BITCH OUT HER WARDROBE
FA SHO HEAD HONCHO AT THROATS STRIPPIN TONSILS
TURN MY GARAGE TO A FLOOR SHOW
BIG BOULDERS ON TORSO MAKE THE WHORES KNOW

tender coral
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Playing games and joking like it's all just hocus pokus and pranks but this time I'm really just kiddin' aka I mean what I say so you better fuckin' listen.
It's important when it comes to dissin' other bitches because when you do you gain a reputation like you're rich and you get a lot of riders on you as if you are a horse but I'm a goat so I'm sure it doesn't makes a lotta sense if it doesn't look like what it is.

I hit these flick shots. I'm a pop shit off like a flintknock but I don't got
Nothin' to pull my fuckin' trigger so y'all lucky...

Or maybe y'all aren't.
Maybe someone will come pull my trigger so I can make some fucking art
With their brain while I use a wall as a background-
Hint: I'll blow their brains out.

gaunt cave
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It's Bgorn. I'm in your rosters.
You ain't capsizin'.
You ain't hearin' me.
You ain't feel free yet?
That's a black guy. Ask a black guy. Send a black guy. Ye.
Trouble. Pong's pang and I'm out, brought your own rebuttal.
She'a made it pop for a rebuttal of what I'm about to ounce down that ("Don't it say that?") monkey's ass.
That's Christian-Revival.
Open Lanes. It pores.
I called it, I'm visionary. Steaming back, like hinting "I'm a fuck" with a bunch of 100 pumping out the shelves and then brought in stakes in the parade in the proper form like could homie come late and popped out, out of anger. Yeah, you fear I'm wrong. Homie, that's what in storm.
I'm hairy.
Corn and labels.
All that drops, drops visionary.
He ain't insane.
I'm insane. I'm part of those asylums.
If you should read it in paint.
What does't we "What does't you", shouldered with a special pack of "Bugatti".
I might've trained you. I levitated.
I might've stole a "stoley" out from 'em. Out from it.
You sure that's the sheets. Excuse me? Wanna see me later? I'll be our visionary. It won't matter if you're not the first person I want to share thirty trillion dollars with.

gaunt cave
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Every credit. Every card skipped.
You don't know that I'mma believe in it. Be on that shit, Beyond!
Mane! Pop those moans with Charles!
I can breed them, then I find them. Split!
Daughters never Carve? Let me see if I can enter your dosages. Sit!
You got covered in Daughters never Carve, huh?!
Breed them about the mole. They don't feed on him, shit!
Every credit that I walked. I'da gotta be the percentage-!!
Earthquake's transcending, slamming the floor, on the phone, on the doors, it Sat!
Mother Earth in Spirit, asking of me, from me, it of.
Askin' me anything!
She don't know your mission's in Your Paint!
If she hit me by the face, there--
It's maced, there.
It's maced, then.
King of-
Drown in them Numbers!
Be part of the greatest carcinogen this planet has existed into the backs of it ever scent!
STILL I SWERVE IN THE BACK OF THE PLAN THAT I HAVE MESMERISED!
Rip-Rip-Rip me full of 8. I hate. I pragmat'. I'd broken. I've been telling everybody from off me. I'm a murderer of a kind that this, just this rip, in the inner defenses harnesses a gravitational pull to cool me off, I drank them off, sometimes I belong to someone up in a ruder defense enterin' into the mainline of incisions, entering me into the only one among them just because I'm giving you all a stand of applause while I teach this gutter what the motherfuck' a walker with a drank of none ease ya is humping the rub on rubbersides.
Each in the time, again I'm freezing.
Deep in the East end.
Over the mind I tamper 'find' and get on a none ease ya.
Wrong over the chowder.
Shooting up our song.
You will not belong.
You do not belong.
I'd rather have wizards. Cut wizards instead!
Drank, I smoked. I defined the mid, re-discussing the numbers until I'm slitting on the phone with open discussions of how to take over the world from your armchair and re-discussed I'm livin'.

gaunt cave
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I've been form one. I've been rib one.
Reading in the drama. Taking along to be along width of the meter. These climb in this descent.
Climbing Jacob's Ladder on the back of a devil with the swagger of this: it just drank.
I'm the corner. Lull you in.
I've been showed. Give me the time it takes to paint along my lifeline with these incisions with or without the victim.
I know that you will levitate when a man shreds this along with jape and stays on my attractions.
None on somethin' average.
Past-tense. Like I'm a lawyer following in Lincoln's steps with a body that lives for the redefinement of missions and a plagiarized vanquishment, embellishment upon.
The more that he gets in his body, the more that the human race will then run it, and race!
Take your time to govern it. I'm here! I'm not going to go all the way along with you and that's just a little bit reknowing when you ain't gun, throwing them ones, and then throwing them change. Squash an ittie bitty ant with an elemental dimension. Squash an ittie bitty ant with a moan you wanted electra.
You grow stoat and then so I bang I want stoic and then I crunch them all the lines of the grumble.
Rid them, dribble all the evil, stay that ship from around me.
You love when I gloat. Let's give them a rid 'em of a fat ass and then slam them backwards while I'm discussing this matter:
Won't you wanted to have chattered?
Stay them in the runnin'. Put them two's in the styles that you were designing. Stay the mind, Christianing, that leap from lepords with that innie minnie toe in that shit, participating in a drip of an evil out of me.
Stole that in a look divided by that demon towing in the deep-end. You look! I look at twice, it called me. You know you an evil. Dreamt it. Pull that evil in a little doubt. A little doleful mind.
And you ain't down on me. Wimp, that's evil body. Squish them deep triangulating mysteries and scream that "ooo, Evil" with a little 'trina and Jessicer Opsex.
"She'd attained," whispered tree.

tender coral
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Alright... So recently I've encountered a small inconvenience and Imma just... get this out the way real quick....

So I thought about dissin' someone. yeah I did regard it but no I can't because apparently I'm retarded- and I had to deal with this dipshit barkin' at me, feeling like a burn from a carpet-
nah it's all fine but anyways this guy replied to my same text about 3 4 5 different times
And I'm not gonna lie. I'm not ready to listen to a whiny bitch baby cry
because he's offended over a single motherfucking line.
You talked about judging people you don't know but you attacked me while barely knowing a single thing so luck's not on your side and you don't got a lot of maturity so I thought about going easy on you and not treating you mercilessly and surely you'd understand the current theme but i don't know. It really depends on your reaction to me. So choose your words with wisdom and intentions of peace and not with your pride or your greed and nothing of the like in this vicinity.
If you don't then I'll have no mercy and nothing but fury and fiery flames and nothing but pain waiting for you so you better worry 'cause this is a warning shot so if you piss me off again then I'll bring your tiny reputation to its tiny end.
@brave orbit

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gaunt cave
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A rapper ain't supposed to have it easy.
Three to seven choices. All screaming: none of the above.
I'm on the drug of what's enough is enough and I'm slamming tags.
Straight into this vicinity is a crushed up ape with a malignance I like once upon his song.
A chirrup with a stirrup. Gritty lines in a murdered length of a line I once tried to tread across this.
Once upon a battle, the burners skids screams them along and flow the same I like the same along the same semblance another rapper got friended and brought back to himself.
I get it. Our battles are so much wider. Having a bare-mechanic scratched like I had that lesson taught to me and now I have the time, the time, the time, the tiiiiiiiiimeee.
Smoked this drug way too much.
I've been messed with the same. A cluts. A motherfucking lucks I grabbed for the luckiness I have once upon this game a gimmick could've saved to it and this I know, you'll been down these slugs. These slugs I got. I hopped in. One out the code.
Oh, ways. An oreo.
Told me where this is going to go.
I just hope that you can fantasize about that love from none other than (something that he wants).
I guess I touched grass. I touched the dirt. I had the same message.
Before I saw you I clutched at that like I had another computer in the similarizing messaging that I've brought me with this type like all the time and I'm the same and I'm love. One love. One crutch. One emotion so stoled.

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Rappers on rappers. I'm on the top shelves. I ain't even walked yet. I picked that I'd better cover them before I'd ever be the mend in this dumb man's tricks. I knew when I pulled up, that you hadn't wrought it. I'm not wrong. I'm strong enough. I came with the stuffs. I showed up and ape? I'm not growed enough, how'mever I'm ever getting stronger to the x to the stronger to the left of what man's left, and gamers I grind to the sheets get especially truer to the matters that is slitting, underneath me. Someone out poppin' their share. How theirs grew out so much harder in a time where it wouldn't have been enough to attain the taming of the shady shit we walked and rocked amongst the grown women and friends. I locked the door. I kept them closed.

gaunt cave
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Tried 567 ways to Revelucion. But wait. I learned the gates. No one took. It takes.
It stays amazing. Get on the streets. Call out to the collective. Stomp the rings of smoke. Get that breathe and smoke that joke up out the smoke of upon ya I'm smokin', gotchu flaming, god-forsaken, and aided by a crazy albeit dumbass chalk of what that's having and then it escapes on me in the game that we play I'm on the that 3tothe5 just like a verdict. I call her man over. Smoke him. Choke him. Stalked him, goofy.
I'm for showin' this in a place where it ambles and the music is a freestyle art that's written, shiftin' shittin' on 'em to a man who's real radar is a mirror, true. When none, not one Canadian with enough hate to career-art the letter game it gave to me...
Was wrong. So blamed, I'm having sheets.
You're all waiting for me.
But me? I needed the answers.
When I stare at you, the fog, it breaks, but brang, you ain't, and me? I got the universe's emergency desert in the eagle with the weagle I could flow and scare you, embarass at you, come 'barass with us.
That just stays the game? Okay. I okay in it? Okay. In it.
She should've shown me how those knives could speak.
Dying for the church. I need inscriptions written in my new religion and it's having at me another choke up with a matter-of-a-searchball with a wisdom: a goof.
I knew she'd choose, but new for me, is everybody's radar, going "His first? His first? His first."
And graped away on top of me so far away. For sheen. She could've ghost-rided on me. I showed up. She's just bigheaded. Of course he takes it in his way! He wants to go ahead of me, ain't it?!
"LIKE I'M THE VANGUARD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
The Shard. The Shard? The Shard. Okay.
I would've pumped and twisted in amazement. Okay. The "with 'em" flowing in the ways of the straightiness of the way he encouraged me to carry on that brakes. I swear that swagger's going to get you all to movement and then dissolution before the dissolvement can ever break it's brew

gaunt cave
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I need these streets-streets-streets-streets-streets-streets-streets-streets.
Because beyond this, you're barely participating.
If you knew how eagle angered the answer out of your call, she'd warrrbled I'd bloodied the living shit outta of the you.
Ain't scared a teenager since you know, it withdrawls.
But cut up in this chatter, is just something that you should've added up into the matter.
And these screws I crawl out walls from after the life...-
you have dissolved...
It's just straight temper straighten damps, and re-arranging the re-arranging of the center of our entertainment. It creeps up on top of me, untoppably, I'm probably offered. I preferred on top of me.
She could've called out shots.
Every time I open up a party, my wife is just subscribing, she's like: "She's hyped!"
And carried it in a way where I am probably not much harder than their simpleton ass sheep in a drip with a stiffen on the re-walk out how Murphaestes' bitch just got respected...
She ain't similar.
It probably hypnotizes me.
"I should probably bang it in her reflection."
You knew that deed was a hell of a took from a prisoner's book upon the look of them, amazement, slamming: "he was on the team!" before you're simple, here's the simple so much out smarter matter that has circumcized me.
His net on his own energy is a queen that a cream that I would need.
I could've crimed on his net. I could've traveled a lot more out, quickly-er-er-er and quicklyer than "MARKING ME" was remarking me.
Me needs! Seeds. I squid hers, first.
She's not dripping, so I need a feet on that witty.
I need more than a charger. She needs more than a battery.

gaunt cave
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Fake flock fly hock floppers cocker bought a tranny caught a swagger drip so long the swalktalkedafterwards was much like the state. It stays. It stays? It stays. The matters.
You're not flown in, anymore and I can't atorn. There's a war with the predicament of a bent it made my dent. It made it hock. I'm hock llava. I can even flock a rhythm to the tick I hock, I chalk? Enough? A lot of it. Chosen sweeper's deceased. It's funner when I'm space. I can attain the lesser of a dragon-breath "KneesEarth"
Use Her?
"USE HER!! JUST FUCKING USE HER!"
I brang that left. That rock? It chopped. So flocked. It chaulked a lot inside, here. I can scream out "caught!", "at last!", and probably: "finally!"
"I'm in the perimeter of the space of the matter."
It's flying that chaulk.
And when "Red, Left?" became a squirt, he tasted awfully lot, cold-handed.
"Aha!"
The Lie?
Okay. The Lie? The Lie. It escapes me. It escapes Him. It's His, heres.
There's shares the weed in tears.
They're mind? It that acted crazy. In the morning, I'm defending Lil' Weazy..
It's like he cannot corner the sheep...
"The Plan?! The fucking Plan, again?! Tell them that we are born in 26 more years. Her choke-ass, slow-gas, choke-ass, the rapper..." He focuses in the matter. It's not going to out-correct you in the corner of the gas.
"Now.... Again."
He sheds them gates, end*
He can correct just wake the corrobators.
He can't blame them for the way they desert them ends.
She's just a rock I smoked in the future when it's often found in the lifetime, a lovely plan, a timed-offering..

gaunt cave
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I might just become the President of the United States of America just to run a draft of rappers.
They swear their swaggers cuts their half and sheds their half for years?

I'll listen to you, first, then I'm halvin'.

Cut into you. Now, you into the fucked of the wisdom: doom.

I might brought mistakes, man. And someone probably out bent on top of me for probably "forever'd".
Bangin'. Yeehaw.

You don't throw trust in him? Trust in him, here.
She's tears. And yours? A drape. A parade. Without my flowing into the basement. Without me on top of you, probably stapling the tonnage of the sheets you designed you dreamed?
Cower. Cow up. Counter you.
I'da sled a lot of soap. I'da shed a lot of slope. You'da read my hope...
Doop-doop. Doop-doop. Doop-doop:
Clock* Clock*
How I bang in it?
I might've switched so much left, revolvers.
Showed up with a lot of slope. What that doubt, in that, matters?
I could've asked the crowd for more.
And I'm written in the hope.
Their maximizing just another slope in another man, that's crazy.
Clock* Clock*
That probably mean:
Clop* Clop*
I'm choppin' Choppers.
You'da shame in that Idabroughtabook...
You'reawhat
What Starts?
Head. Covered in Machete.
She'da heavied. Yeah. Heehaw. She'da heavied. She'da broadened on my mistakes, and then...
I'll-

gaunt cave
#

I'd argued trapes.
They're having a bonafide opera and I just bang it.
Is it wrong if it's only twenty-three people?
If they haven't banged it, why haven?
Shavin'...
I could trape.
I could trape the land.
My hundred rounds. It thundrous around. If you ain't allowed. I don't know the sound? I come from different.
Shit is just some syrup.
I couldn't hit something in the upwards of what signifies that dread so high.
I'm a cunning, tunneling escaper toward a something matters and it's so indifferent on something other than me.
If she a brang on me, I escape on me own. These tunnels I flow in only getting plentier and plentier. I should've bought a shanty in the rambling.
I just robbed a trake. I shake? I should shake something up other than what's end of beef, other than on top of me.
"YOU SO SAYIN' I'M A PART OF WIZ? YOU SO SAYIN' I'M A PART OF BAMBI..."
She wins. It hits. Thus enters.
"I 'rud rather come around inside some somewhere"
I would rather dead-end them. Heap fries.
Read up high: "if this is a sound I'm coming down I won't cover from around our arms or something other than the dreader"
Redder than Her, nandied as fuck.
I covered up. She brought her knives, corrupt.
I could've slimed them in, but I'm so brought up high in her bankrupt, her ass switchin', didn't know that she all of my daughters. I could've handed her our planet and all her surroundings without something surrounding doesth something then enters me?
I'm somewhere simpers in them simthing with a whimperthing I'mcoveredinalaneIbroughtithipinhere. Their afterwards was a bangingnone yarley couldnthangit.

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Demolition is the first subject of any parade department.
I clock. That's clop. Let's take a Breath. Let's escape their Deaths Department and then Often havoc, going to drop them off at Church and go in and make me a sandwich while their troops just slam on useless ass smoke I made for them, and
Got a way in them, I sang and brought a pang. I probably talk to a whole bunch of humans, possibly, when I say, that I don't give a fuck about what you have done, or what you have from, or what you have gathered, or what you have spread, or a whole lot of cookies
Do you look these
Do you really hook
these things with ease.
And slam a niner. I'm just trying to have an ape for time.
I smoked a crime. I chose my nine. I say my crime I'm part of proud of got me a lot of troops in the hoops for the congratulations of the winnings that I'm often foreseen, in here.
I know the ease you parade my Christians just chose their shits for straits and I'm just trying to pantomime a time that I become the troops of a llava that I wanted entered.
In Blue' Army. I just warnin' troops:
You can't count the holds I'm chokin'. Got them plenty. Hocked them heavy.
Now the Heavy Army On Me Thing is just Paradin'.
I'm Often Amy Organizing The Beef in The Cover Up.
I Can Organize The Troops.
I just put Modern Troops Up.
I can Bang Steve Right, Man.

gaunt cave
#

I'm so tired of you trying to save yourself. Just join me and kill all the enemies. Remember one end. Remember one bloke. Remember one blunt I'mma split and then spoke of the wars retreat and then became the headquarters with one hell of a map brought up in Miami of the world and then cut into the navigation systems of the future of the silk road.
Wars renegade and then I repeat and repentance was another father was forever fouled.
Roll a book. Get a new machete and drop them off Heaven.

How the Hell would he Know, if
How the Hell would he Not.
Remember the Fuck I gave without readministering the magic of dreams, differently remembered from heavy chopped and then swapped out, swacked and hocked on indifferent, indifferent, indifferent motherfucking asses in the draculas that just folded because just because I remember all the shit that I did requested the blast of Death's, I just Remember Yours, and All of your Answers, I sit inside of them.
Remember all of the paraders plagiarizing and then steamed on top of them, indifferenty.
It's in here. It's sholving.
I wouldn't win. I wouldn't no other cribber. I grow at them. What?
I fold all of your dripped regulars. Tame a sip the sippards then crawl: "what walked into them?"
Remember indifferently, there walked in, differently?
I remember the swack of every story narrative that transcribed to me because psychopaths and then blue lizards remembered the crawl and then I grow richer and I attain them the rewards.
Flippin' the Lord and then flippin' the Floor.
Every day that goes by and you still don't know Demolition?!!!
That don't play around. Get a playdate.
I remember every walk like I appeared in forever. What?
I remember every fold.
I can drip every war.
What the dinner, South?

gaunt cave
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Hurts and works together. The two little words that actually have matters. I would've been dad. I would've been freeze-tagged. Two little men let them in and works for you, hurts for them.
I'm nonending. I'm not the letting up you would've deserved.
I'm shit, got it on my ride.
I go inside it's because inside it survives and it actually matters.
I would've been Whebell-flowed.
I can, because I am the one you want to say every time that toys with your brains.
Matthew Whebell in stencils, etched inside of mine.
Promises. Oft examples. I'm not going to new to you at the door.
I can type floors and when I drive home the shores it's because yours was sin and you want the man did enterin'..
Immersive bursts of taking all of the heap on the flow and then going guy, I want to flow with this and Steve is coming, toss him the other half. You just failed the exam. I just broke the other part of your army for failing you, and that becomes everyone of them, and I guess at rend, you pulled, it can't defended. It knowing the ambulance it has in its eye is supported by handicapped and special desert eagles with the sense of an ends the escape of becomes the retarded day.
Immersive bursts of a man with a nine, drankin'.

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You'd think that I could heal your 'splat'.
You'd think that I could core.
Hold you two 'gether.
I'd rather flow in the oceans. All of the fishes. They swim on digits. They probably swishin' the other half.
Arms and darts are stormsands into the castles I envision with the slave of the digital age with a wrist you fend I could let them in, pretend.
I could ignore you, on giraffes.
There's only so much for two to drat.
I could barely ignore their sense.
I get a mission inside, but I'm on a vacation. Anyways, they should've solved all of these riddles.
First and at a verse, I'm more rehearsed, I sends them the more, the every times they up and I am within it.
I could split you at choice. Show your holds with your vanguard ambition for touching 'draft'.
Read about you. All that stunt you pullin'. All that game you splittin'. Never.
Had for 'fend'.
I could rehearse you probably straight outta the curse.
I could shoulder their holds and dust.
I could begun. Read them dread them lock their thumbs up in their hands and I could scrawl that whole game across the eye because of the beginner's going level 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 at any time they could get into that mothership with an engine, commotion-on-commotion.
All that I swept, dissolved.
Rolled like the dreader of the abrupt judger of the edge of the beyond and beyond the doubt.
Rollin' because theirs finally acquittal.
Took the whole bible by the age I was 26.
Slowed a dragon. Said I hate you, boy. That's okay, but boy, said the boy on the bus driftwards son.

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You're slow. Fits for fun. The size of the dungeon inside it crossed.
I wrong. It just points upwards at the draft. I'm more ignored than the motherfucking twisters of the insides of the roll of the ways I bent into you, applauded but dripped I soft with a rip of a tundra tydra pony politician and get slitted like I'mma wrong the banks inside of it whoops I swept all of that and turned it into 'I was the one who tried to lead the revolution' and watching you bend and swoop, connect, and droop, way before you spread giraffe.

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I'm so bored and ins it I flows. Wrong and hold it damn. You know you're more explored than the world's server officer getting tampered onto it because when I say the rules you get why you can't explore anymore because your options drip inside.

gaunt cave
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Every attainment in my vicinity always stunting down this degree.
My own shakes. My own mode. Said a drum, giraffe.
When its read for fun. Said that might send them to the next target.
But I'm guessing they can't.
So I'm not disposable. Watch them dispose of you, eh?
Wrong and then I tanked it, the energy of this existence.
I'm on sacrifice. You were wrong when your judgers were not thwarting whatever they wanted in the vicinity, each against, like I'm spendin', and spinnin' you in, they want warb back, thwarb bacccck.
Get a splitter if a choice was a just a dresser on reversal. Showed that and then had to grape one and then switch them grafts.
Pull 'em up. Put 'em in a ten. All that read, you in. Sheds are just so filled. You can probably have that along the business-end of your lifetime with your spoiler ass dreaming across your face. Those who cannot, know. I will learn from their own falls. All of them get a way old too told back.
I'm not wrong. I'd rather shed them all that then live on in this fear.
When that's near. I'm not invincible. Let's get a Cocaine-hit and split it.
I'm not ribbed on you? I'll be truly evil to invincible when this mixed gets a pets a parts with a margin the other half was a magic trick.
I shuddered drip.
Ten'mpt and get a grip before you rage on 6. I'm not shecks disholved and you're not all-night along without the bone of the only homie who has this must testosterone and estrogen at his age. Every trade was evil. I was elongated. I got this timed to a slave descent.
You could've holved a damn.
I shouldered way too many more wars.
I probably feel like I'm the wrong guy.

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I'm older than the spaghetti reading anything that wrong he matters into the fission and there's not no more bone in the fixin' that's delicious told it switches won't just drop it switches between the rules of the engagement that I'm just fixin' to enter at the same time as I'm blowing the offensive with just a defensive position and then parting their weather with a slam upon their grades. I hope it shames them. Instead of shades, there's an icicle that light would've been told to, it would've absorbed, and then there you would've died twice and that's just why I need to be open with you more, to a percentage of it.

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I'm in the tower. On top of the map. Havin' a war you ain't ever bibled in the rival that we can.
You know every hate. Every cause. You're in your own strategem with a strategy and I am out the weather.
I'd rather have community growin' chickens and trading them halfway across the map before I ever stunt in on your ass.
He's so winnin'? Have a degree.
There ain't never have been somethin'.
And when I entered, did it mend?
Am I meant on purpose?
And there where you squabble, get toil for your foyer and strays.
I need more moat and then more rope then santa and alladin can produce and for friends knowing that I need half a trillion dollars just to solve the United States of America's?
Have an acquittal.
You get one Hero.
One bends. One drips. You get Assassin Slit 'em Half' Cross the Map.
You'd Know Estrogen.
If you'd bet, you'd win.

near spoke
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Seek for your own fate, n the devil moves
fast-, in a paradox full of self demise.. where do you find yourself alive..?

It gets tough, when the reason to live, meets to unfortunate fates..
Told myself.. it was never to late,

Im not even sure.. what's real, anymore,
I miss what we had, from an angel, now I feel like a fallen.. that's sad,

Wake me up, when I'm dead, so I can tell you the life, I belonged to..

Tell you if it was worth it, to bury my soul through,

Wake up in a coffin.. or wake up n hold you,

Not even sure, which one, you prefer,

know my heart, longs for, life, within the vinicity of yours,

You know what kills me, and you know what hurts,

But my vulnerability makes me feel worth,
Like how many times we had to stare and vent through our worst,

To feel coherence.. to the root of the source,

Wonder how much more.. you think I can take,

On the breaking edge, I think that I'm cursed,

Stab me through the heart, n see the blood leak,

Slice down the wrist, n see the veins, burst,

So hang me up..
Guess, im fine with being unearthed.

#

Yeah.. Part of me wonders, where this life will go, Needless to say.. its hard to let go..

The knife with-in, my hand,
To let the pain go,
it's.. harder then you know,

let it diminish.. or let it go, grow,

How did you get here?
Are you sure.. that you know?

A Mindset so difficult, even the gods, they fear what you'll sew,

to know what you know, and can't tell a soul, yeah..

Know what's its like, other side of the barrel,

End point loaded,
Aimed at your, skull,
Click* then let-it-all go.

Try to be strong, then broken, by the people you trusted, you know how how it go..

Its so tough.. the people aint real,
Diluted, by life..
---hold steer
It's so hard to steer.... free.

im.. Stuck in a free fall, My mind keeps on looping, wondering why, but I keep on going..

Hoping, this pain, is worth it, Set on a course, I hope it'll force, a new path upon,
A seeker of my own fate, The devil moves on, knowing my mind, to pure to be guided,
So gotta move on, gotta live on,
Not for the torture, recipe of saine,
Used to take pills to feel okay,
like, what's the point, when everyday, turns to the same, smile, a fake face to keep you all tame..

Maybe I'm a Lil insane- all the best people are, mind like the hatter, laughter or delusion, sight to benefactor, known not to be a pictorious actor, still lost in my head here.. after.

cold sinew
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C

restive fog
agile hound
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This whole chat is clogged up by dude

#

Can't even get to the good bars

tender coral
agile hound
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@tacit fossil shits fire

#

Preachin' game gospels she calls me the pimp pope
I traded my robe for a pink mink coat
Rippin my flows like I'm tippin' the boat
The Titanic sank from my blisterin'-cold ink notes
Ministerin' spells my adversaries can drink soap and elope their dick in a blender
Flip the unknowns I'm the mind-bender no Kizzy
You can find me kissing a sizzlin' hot succubus
Taking a fistful of acetaminophen mixin' it with ibuprofen
Got that demon thot participatin' in my heartbreakin'
Chance of precipitation 'cause my raps get her drippin' and drizzlin'
Ritalin and risperdal in my mind her kiss is bindin', double time the rhymin' for my list of writings I'm recitin'
Bliss is blindin' sweaty sex latex cuffs and chains
Whistle the same like pistols my name
Soundin' off amongst the wildness confidence has it's mileage
Ain't it evident I'm strong 'n heaven sent
That's wrong mark an inverted pentagram on my pendant cause of the love letters I get as present

<@&952533078407012434>

gaunt cave
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Ever since my shit raised the bars, there's some rappers who just get left behind on the battlefield.
Everywhere I walked, I wanted me.
Everywhere I'm sippin'. Ya'll told to leave, y'and, yours
I'm not nervous. It's you that's controlled that's nervous.
Nervousness open. Facing gates.
The same parade. I wade in. Shakes them off. It's vacant.
All of them feathers on top of me?
I'll sip.
There's not a broad in all of this, here, volume, then, uh huh.
Inconspicuous. My preaching's in the dead of forms because the reaction off that trash was 'dead as true.

#

You know how I look you in the mirror?
You know that dread as good as denned as steel...
I ain't embarassed. I just want to embarass you.
There's no juice. So noose say now I knew the whole thing, starting from alliance, but shit, let me say I like looking at you and let's start an alliance. Look simptin'. I'll be wrong thing in your ear all day my mark is like a rubic's cube.
Haha. What that taste now?
I get like:
16 starving?
16 starvers.
And you'll get why I'm cool on the off thing, banging: the skie's crazy.
You're not something creeped around, but you change? But you bang?
But you bang?
But you creed it on-why? Did you bang.
And I don't get the game.
I don't get the plan.
I don't get the flannel. Until. With just an inch of standard. My idea grew out in volume and consumed the whole industry and I'm starving for more lines of code in a world with no zone and no edge.

Momentarily.

I can chase around a drodgcked. I can even wend out. Widen out. While you all saucers.
Some as scent 'as seen me?
I'll belong in 'ape'.

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I'm so bored there's just things smitten by your things creeping down without the foul intelligence that you just had draped across your shoulders. Your own writtens shouldered.
I should think.
I should think about.
I should think about why.
I should think about why I'm often hands.
I'm an example of leadership with every analyze bitch I'm on a design that is twice is what is caught right between-between your eyes when I'm off the scape and you're so cold-scented, it's not that I would've meant it. It's not that I would've meant it' off of his drafts.

gaunt cave
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There's some of you. SO far to go.
You would've drump't. Damped. Don't want a good night, showed.
I'm all about the notes that we exchange when we play in my mistake as being 3rd one out, so much farther the back-game we doth play.
"I'm shades darker than the fast feet," whoopt that way.'s pay past feet out' partner.
Just say you're composed.
You broke your heart against the power of my build.
I'm the new covenant every time I explode out our our - no our mind.
I'm a frame. I'm molecule.
I went past that part. I'm afraid.
Don't catch my 'I'm afraid' again, you losers!
Try bent by 9 next time you switch Southwards!

gaunt cave
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You're ' soul' out of soul and it's just one of the codes inscribed of the wreathe that I dreep about a man divizided by a write a feel a God sublime'd the dime and it said 'I'm missing' way too far too often! I'm just trying to set an example.
This one's scratchin' schrizz't way out of fashion. And I'm a bat. Eat it on drip. Hi, a shop. It's probably goin' knock once it's heard that the merchant upwards stuntin'.
And he goin' pop a one.
Gargantula!
I bleed. Hop Hop.
I dizhread.
I get a hiccup.
Might bleed.
To u.
I'm scarr's. And I dribble the same.
It gives you.
That purpose.
That blurt bleat my own.
Til the phone.
Knows where how far away to go.
Because the last one seen, was the one out of my throat. And they get I'm knowed. I want to know why a twin would a tribe in a game I'm twistin'.
In a room so separated, unmercifully.
There's always drapes where I'm runnin', but the real world's learning.
I'm told it twice.
Let's still learn!

agile hound
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Rambles of Babel a schizophrenic tattle
I got ample flows, answers for schizo cynic's amygdala
Bring the disfigured the ones with blood in their lungs
Pound the drums battles cries and such
Defiled touch, lies and snuff
Black goo dispelled from the tongue
Voodoo 'n hoodoo revitalize trust
After I beat and batter and scatter the brains of my baby doll
Tame the crazy's claws, you're better off nodding off to nails on a chalk board
A screeching symphony through the night compared to hell's blight
The black light the shadow flame
It doesn't matter he's insane

gaunt cave
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Schizophrenic, hit by the bank system, addicted to marijuana and pumped by the 5th but rolled by the 6th.
I'm tired of it all. That's right. All of you owe me. All you hand me is gifts while I drip by slit about a God who just cannot afford 12 businesses at once at the age of 32, a veteran but sweared he had no voice.
I'm slowly ran over. There's holding them down. The business inside, it sits.
Shits all blown out by my fiction.
All of them drops wrung. I don't want to taste the tears.
Guessin'. Putting them guests in.
Something I can transcribe can fix them up, but something about the drop just now isn't the way I'm showing it would be.
Things I wanted when I came into a booth was a squad of velociraptors, but where I'm from, trauma was just haunting what I thought once, on it, I must've been.
Can't count the gold up in my truck. Poured my money into love.
You know, my homie, Tony, was not who was just, who showed up-?
Because Young Buck was my best friend and Nelly was my driver and we popped up in accomplishin' reps in every city, breadths of what we wrote and showed out polled out and got me elected by the time I'd hit 26.
I would've the latest pop boy that popped out.
Rolled by every flamer. Every filet in 'em.
I ain't got no pro' ones. I ain't got no choice. I'm writing them down. I'm flittin' them, wishes.
I had so much into these. I can be the real one right now. Afterwards, I was forgiven. Gotta schlitt them what I'm livin', not what mom at prom, said and concealed them, afterwards, at the strip, I knew the strip.
I knew all that lived. I could be along at Christmas with fakers who promised tickets in planes that just got too far along the way and I got into them to conceal myself in this percentage of people who can even get a house with just a high school degree and a GED.
She's on me. I know their dream. It's not time to live... yeah.

gaunt cave
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My girl, she can't afford to leave. I just barged into her life like a stranger and all she could've thought of was runnin' mistakes and rakin' all the leaves I would be, if being the truth is the difference, I would've given a body just somethin' to drink. I would've slipped a prophecy. I would've been a haven in a dropper with the RIP into the bottom of the body over the lengths of having this oversent because I just linked up with a deadbeat to show a way and then drank ex's with OJ's and overseas I would've wanted to explore every nation, any country, any fucking territory would've handled me? I don't know how that ask stacks, but if I'm on top of the world, there go it's girl. I would love to one say that at least, with them, I tried and I played that along with them astonishingly into the matter, I grow fast with love. Of being. Of having that drank knives slittin' across me. I don't know backaways whichaway an apostle would've hustled an out-hustler just to stand in the drama. He would've had millions around me, talking nothing but 'bout having a waver and I attained shuts, but them around the nuts. I would've popped it and outta control, I would've standed, might try to bends then and try to rob me. Whatever popped ya into the boss of the dimension you and I were from? I could've blamed you and absorbed your teachings and lessons and you're making me lean. I don't need you just like I train the wrong team. I don't need 'broker', but cut for the seams. I don't know a robbery like I had this since existencenceship became a passport in front of a game that you stand in front of your way and trained on this to rip and drip to disciples: I will enjoy your problems. I will enjoy absorbing them, absolving them, and then solving them just so that you can drip where you were meant.
Oh, baby, go. No way. You would've sicked up on hittin' that bottle with the syrupful of the spoons who's so bent in the trauma you dripped when you whipped back in the whip and got back

heady shell
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Yuh, i met a tart
On the cornor of the block she pleaged me her heart
Didnā€™t know her past so I thought it was fine
Then i got with a bitch whos crazy than i
she was a fein but i didnā€™t know
The red signs were all there but i was too slow
Ya as time went on she bacame more distant thought she was gone
i told myself to see past the lies, kept telling my mind if i tride hard enough every thing will be fine
she wasnā€™t really mine, she was with three other guys, how stupid am i?
when i found out I didnā€™t cry, rage boiled inside of me but i stayed kind
Dont fight the bitch after you lern it
Dont give her the attention, she dont
Deserve it
wanted to redesign myself
I Started working out
Kept on the gind
But lost the motivation
My thoughts took over my mind
she broke me down to the core
Tore me aprt
nothing last forever in this undefind world
So you should make thaings last even if they fall apart

I EVEN GAVE THE FUCKING BITCH FLOWERS LIKE DAMMMN šŸ˜”šŸ˜”šŸ˜”šŸ˜”

gaunt cave
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Funny how it says that I've got a vendetta against you, like I'd rather treasure having sent averages into the splitter. I'm on mission and you're choking up the other half against it. It just slits. It's not having fun.
Have another man who gives you lumps and then jumps then leaps out at it, at it, everyone would've.
Hugged Woofie. I don't want no problem. No wraith?
I don't want rap's whole encapsulation having in a Discord channel's rapper's freestyle written section every time that I get on my Pegasus and jumped at 6th, I'm-
I'm-I'm-I'm-gonna die.

I talk in it. I really go back, on it. Over some oversages, I split, it's gonna wrist every scent that I've had in this flame like I'd like it to have some handouts and oh,
What's the section?
And then dad did about what an average did, when average dead. Said that average could. Could have represent. But that's just lent.
I shuddered shaders. You shouldered yay.
I focused up in, seems. Fucked up all that, just an example. Another dead disciple because he felt like following yours and I slide. I get how high I did up in that with or without that in that already. Did that, and I focus up in all allowances of power outages that I'm going to Simbad without ever blinking or having a ton of average shit following me, so I step, indent and then I complicate your next step because I joke and I kid, but did all that and so did is a swivel.
How can Hulk go Hogan when he's just a scream away, anyways, and he gets you by, bet you dead, but that then gon' fly.
I shouldered 'weigh up' and then acknowledged powers that outage yours.
So many storms. I could go and every step in I get torn in because intelligence divided by dedication, these days. Anyways. Gonna fly.
That's why you're a War, and I'm Trauma Doctor Whoop'd In It.

near spoke
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Bout time I really spoke what on my mind,

It's been a minute, cause she wan' some alone time,

Remember, whisperin' to each other, but that's behind,

Feeling her up, n' making her legs all weak,

Saying my name rubbing her pussy till it leak,

Holding me up, guess she wanna kick me out,

Not really sure, what that's all about, -but

Remember holding her hand, feeling her presence, that was a reason in the world to try my hardest, yea

Ain't sure what she want, but I would sacrifice my world for her,

Sorry you met me, she tell me, but that's my stick,

She my ride or die, still got her clothes in my room,

Got the set that we built, you know how it is,

True love really happens, then it make you feel like you don't exist,

This is real shit, If I can't condemn it, I'll own it, like a figurative bullet, locked deep inside my head,

Remember my first time shooting the pole, it was releasing, all that stress, for no reason,
Found out why- I like sticks,

Cause the click-back, matches with the weight of my wrist, yea,

But what's that gotta do with her, she know the reason, I ain't gotta explain it,

The same sequence, the same timefrequency, between me and her, stopped the world, from moving, more,

Woke up n choose, aggression, she forget I was once a youngin', Like her bpd, she can't control,

Told her to hold me tight, then she said you gotta go,

gaunt cave
#

I might drive at kids. I put lives at risk, fighting my mind's own tricks. They're all missing the familial biblical bible. Dare me to go live, more? Formed out of your war, core's going sublet-elemental. Ya'll getting treated by the skies thorough own toss in, and you catch me flossin'. Down, out of your own area code, starting at stark nights filling you up on your own dresser. There they go, their own carcinogens of men, flim-phlegming, guaranteed to end your safety, says to run your purpose, then it does the most ironic thing. It grrr-ings, hair starking out your own hairdresser. The game, you didn't need me in, leaving me behind it. Face so pallage with rage, hates maintaining your race page on the page skim that their own vocabulary runs "it wasn't fostered". I hate eyeballs chewing out my cheering god-phone, ba-lingy in it. She didn't grow it cheef. She didn't run them phrases. She'd rather sing it, seeing me incarcerated as it lets go on another carnote, sheets this distributed walk away with it. I'm pissed on seven digits. I'm here to rip my phone out. What did a God did? Ranging on it. Pulley-ocean flipped out a thousand where their vocabulary's reeling all it. I've got guarded in the digital lane I am carting. I don't flit the job, and that's why your God's dead, breathing on 'em lenient, and that's why I've got a car with a jack out sharper. It's 'cuz you were on the ave while I was on the phone. I might've bent back the blame high and ignored your onion focused expressives with a little bit of an electrical scooter popping off pedestrians faster than your monkey can moan your pride and stake by, yay, I was pride and hit that dead-even.
While you're skipping paint, fry me up a little alien.

gaunt cave
#

Versed and rehearsed together. There's no sweater. Oceans form churning and learning the whole thing in itself is a blessed one. In all games of science, is a dead one with a reverend run like a metal on the match and I'm explosive habits. Let's get you math. Guards and rear-controls walk around and with towards you towards the aftermath of the thought you were seeking, sunken out, shored up in a warp shelved on the top-shelf of a winner's library volume that says: "Just express the math". When I read it back, didn't realize strums, were a deep-hole out, I'd let's begin on without a left apology note on the dresser hanging above the door and below the window, both of them twice, that means both of them broken, knowing whether or not being broken at the same time can do to the mind when it capsizes and conformity beginning to obscene and slope the plentifolds that's in it. I rid it. I rid it to them and paint, but I walk away with a worse-off beef that's steering me into running the forwards base off-meant to be strong to your ass.

restive fog
near spoke
#

Roll n rotate, all these people wanna hate,
Put em' up, Spread em' out,
Like a deck of cards,

Ace, to the queen, of hearts,
Envious, to the wars that start,
Bout time I depart,
Rhythm to attribute,
Guess this; patience is key,
Jus another joke, i guess.. tricks on me,

In the end, gotta stand out, gotta look out for you, if you ain't, they'll exchange your life, to sin, trap you in, n put a label as your name, then put a color, to represent you as gang,

if you stay alone, you'll be a target, 10 shots, bullets to your brain, worth taken,

Or work a 9 to 5, n make pennies..

yea..
Know it, for fact for fact, live peacefully, or sin, make you a name, or get in the pin for trying,

Can you really blame us, for living our lives to the fullest, sometimes, yea, the anger gets ahold of us, you forget about the people who raised us, by maniacs, that would abuse us with metal sticks, n chain us up, put pills in our drinks, yell, and hit us till our skin was purple, to black,

Cause life ain't always pretty and shinning, so yea, maybe the sin, got the best of us, but- ain't forget, bout' the ones, who deserted us,

This why we are, as we are, lone snakes, or tribal crows, that will devour the path that's in front of us,

Guess id.. rather be a hearteater, then a
Lamb cuffed, to diabolical slaughter, by greed,

For you to understand, half the shit I mean,
You gotta live through, impossible tasks, n choose the answer for every one,

But there ain't no wrong answer, just the path, you've paved into one,

For thug, jus a word, that ain't mean nun', if you have to label yourself, what's the point in you, doin something.

#

Did I eat?

gaunt cave
#

Still the fun one out the warbler. Got 'em in a 2-suite. Pulled up, give 'em an uzi.
They ain't wrong, it's just that that in there someone jumps inside of me.
I'm not fucking wrong. You wanna rock? I give them all my 9 by 4. Let's get an armys 'til he's popped a tag at once, and bent it in him, straight.
You want a problem? I'm trying to judge the name of a Gangster's Union. Reunion, in it, it sweeps me.
You ain't that on top o' less.
I should have shit them up. I'm up, abrupt, and no one loves me here
And so in that mirror, I insert that genes.
Sheets that are so untoppably?
I grain 'untoppably'.
A walk. You want a what? A Xany? Right now? Right the fuck MEOW and in there someone suddenly entered, it toned 'abrupt', and now you're a part of me.
I dripped in them songs. I see them beans. It peels.
Me longer.
It's not going to tone in the judgements that I just swept in.
Showed up. Not enough. Hurried up.
The squad right now? You want to play me, baby?
Showed it what it'd do without you Music was a sound that could've found on me.
I rowed them. I rob them. Robbery.
I showed up, sifting genes. You won't entrust me things?
<<Not a command, lieutenant>>
I could've parked it that one griftward.
Real loud.
You proud of---

#

Just some money. That's what he says about anybody. You walk in, you lose. It's just dripped on the noose of the moon. She's a popped one. I might need a new religion up here, does he say in it, is that an even-movie she could've bounced if he'd understand me.
Oh well.
Guess the religion falls right now. If only they studied you.
Or when that would have bent you.
Swooved.
If it gets its moved.
Rude.
I drooled onto this.
That's not going to save you.
Even your drip.
Heavy Computers.
I don't understand anything.
I'm just a sip. I'm grifted. A gift. That's just what you swain on the noose.
I'm about to lose.
OOh.
YeAH.
Big.
WAR.
Blizzardd.

#

I hate all drama.
I hate the war. We goin' grow up just like that. Like I'm black ant chilling and I'm drilling up another one inside another brain matter into this sentence he took it along the same semblance, said he'd drip up anything: "COME HERE!"
I'm tired of the jakes. I showed up in a stake. I stayed it up, livin'.
But just like this a 9x6x6x6x6, and I think they know what I'm gonna say.
I'm like 'forever', and I bet they busts!

Wrong it. All away!
"SHHHHHHHHHHHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEETTTTTTTTS!"
here. come here
You're going to need this AK-47 just as badly as you're going to need this uzi.
There's rounds in the back of the hummer when I trucked them over.
Scrammed at everybody, logistics.
"I just took too long. I scrote up. I slammed a nut. I'll career without you."
I'll just aim along with the semblance.
I'll just climb up faster and I spin that nut on top of anybody, ever again.
"IN THE GAME!"
Without pockets, that just said: "Bad Bitch". Wasn't enough. I just bent them 'drugs'. I hope they need that bucket.
There's a 'fuck' in forever. I'm just the one that dreamts. I should've built my statue out of everything that I ever wanted distributed on you.
I'll be ready. When I'm mixed, better believe that I slits them up! That's 9'salmostover without steering wheels, I bend them all again in a career slang he brought out on top of ambling across another dysfunction, without a remorseful. Gettin' in it. Gettin' in it, cracked.
You shame in shit, I'm like it's a prolapsement.
You bent in it 'black time' and I'm a getter gettin' it. COME OVER HEREEEEE!
HOLD THEM IN THE STRETCHER. PUT THEM IN THE TRUCK!
IF SHE'S A 9'6, THEN I'M JUST TIRED OF LIVING!
You said you wanted 'skis' on all over everybody. I probably said I wanted 'skis' in your face.
I'll enable up on the studio. I get them clucked over and over over the tucked away and in this game is an obscene in a jake in a diamond with a studio get relivin' get livin', relivin' on it.

gaunt cave
#

I'm not robbed. Judged it. And? Didn't he.
He said he'd want to Corroborate only if he dripped you the whole game.
There's no options, tucked away.
You said I just have the only holy in human rights.
So off of my pantominin' sense. In his vibrance..
There's just going to be HELLA time to find me.
Wrong. And I'd believe. That I'd bit on you I'd shit on you I'd forgive but parts of you, playin'.
You would've get no robber. I would've bled. My belief. You're only homie on 3 males and females!
That's just the robbery.

gaunt cave
#

God is Ra. I just Robbed some Trusters.
Squeeze* Squeeze* come here
Once I one't across it, I just want it.
Raw. Drunk.
I found a few.
I felt up.
They're going to grin. I do 'twin'.
No fame. The parlor. And
"You"
You can't dram. I can't swam.
In it, everything-

Grenade tossed in*
I scrams.
I got a pounce.
Another one rostered.

I'm not out of Raw. You're part of my mistakes. On this drum. I just drame. Swump't. I just letter. If I let up.
What if I never delivered.
What if liver tonnes if 5's 6th.

gaunt cave
#

You're wrong in operations. I'm meant to be the assassin of Donald Trump.
I'm supposed to be the Revolution.
I'm supposed to be the Dream.
I can't Cause. So I gain. Cinema.
Wrong inch. And I'm a 'tilla. I'll reap. Shine.
I'll be the inch you fought out of me, every time I'm the center of the attention, and I'm the ball.
If you can't find me. What head? What fought out at you?
I'll be describing this forever until the inches of their bare skin scratch across my head and without a way would our warbler take time to dissolve?
He'll heal out our problems, sure.
He's right. Rid them off him. Squeeze them off him. He's not Part Electric. He's not That Bazooka, yet.
I'll scram another jet.
You need a better education.
I pause across your drinks.
I don't describe hinting at heaven when in amongst you, I markst.
I can't describe the land.
If they all of they want me to say:
I might pause at my drinks.
Well, then who does a man thanks?
I might prove a might at you and then parts a split of which you want whiffed.
I fight part electric. I fight part deception. You paint all of my wrist.
I want bangin'. You ranging. You corroborates. Here, I want a pause at evolution. Sang a drew, it'd what'd I HATE THE SUBTLE TASTE. I HATE THE "CLIMB".
It's a pause at this raw, new.
Ain't "You". Saint You.
I pulled you up. Get him off. Get her off of that shoulder. Paint off if off that'd wrist?

#

When I'm a Big Plan, Big Man, Divided by 'if it's just divided by a stranger' and then demanded a TRUCKED THINKED IF SHE DIDNT DO TO ME INTO THEM AN
answer if you'd part shinks

Big Plan And Been A Man if Been A Man in tongued, specified, doth what think what I would... bllbll.
Everything is New.
All of a Sudden.
Let me Save.
Let me Paint.
Let me Think.
Let me Nut on Corroborate.
He said what I'd said inside since elementary school.
If you'da circled my dranks.
I'd suave...
You know what, Nevermind. Come Here.
And since Writ on Here. We Survived. Gon' Cheer.
Sweer that's Easy.
Have Beretta whatever hend with her would hint with her slice into a pause into..
I just thought you wanted my Hand's.
So if i'd

#

I often weigh the sweat of the universe's.
It's not often weight. Let me lend on does it pretend ain't me?
Shit's so functional. I bet I can upgrade it. I can rewrote that into the 6th with the 5th off mine. Sweaty sweat.
Not if I'd shit.
This MC just got caught again. Another draft.
An upper 'harrassment'.
Or whatever the world wanted to explain.
Guess it's getting warp'ed.
Warp Ed Man's Upon the SChxripts.
I don't know what's stuntin'. But out them come out.
Read about the man he's drifting and I mean sifting.
I read dicks all up in your face.
But often when I dreams, coalesced inside me.
Feeding about what you left and then slowed down the buzz.
If man'd let up.
I'd bend his truck up.
I'd fender bender that wrist. The shits I'm gifted expressed upon ya'll men in a commotion. All the hull, all the man's droughts. It's sclensced.
If he dram, coalesced.
Into that, a man's faction

#

It's going to be the best. I'll be the throne upon what lens cements you and then the paint, I need it just like I designed it digitally and I bang it to the troop if it's the troop I ever could whoop I could do that into the movements, I can do that into the motions.
If sha'll homie. I gain. It's cooked. Get on me. It's cook-bangin' against this glass, it shatters.
It's just demands. I get it. You grow cold. It's all over. It's not the one that you get up without causing the matter inwards afterwards, afterwards
Like a man who wants it dissolved in it inwardness
And inwardness
It's not Hood. If it's good, Damned
I can't grow an eagle. If it's fucked down there, I'll grow the nest the mothership needs to proceeds into its slaughten drama with wrought another man into the wisdom of doth thinks into the syndrome can cause, surely's
I can't even wend that or bend that upon, open.
I can't.
I feed it my trawl. Look.
I'll grit. I'mma took it.
That's how it hold me. Looketh.
I can't blow smoke, eventually...
I'll never corroborate, the Land is Paused, it Probably Walked.
Out of me..
I can crawl, I'll expressually take my time to dissolve the trial over the trowel in it I'm not so survived but I'm depending on it. All that energy that's wasted...
All that energy stole me.
I can't grow tall. The trees. The leaves. These mistakes. I
Can grow a fur.
I'll grow another one, impossibly. If you lean, if you dream, it's gonna be me, eventually's
Sheets.

gaunt cave
#

I'm hell of a good Harm. If a Harm could feel. What would reel.....------:-:-:-:/
I'm read about.
I'm knead about.
But I developed "Can't You-?!?!" Beyond Electric.
SHeets are not so sloped as a gives a fuck about what you knew about you all of the time I'm roaming bumping how it goes and how it goes down is all the whole show until I am done eloping.
I'm just the man across the street without ya beat would ye feel so freely about the developing along inside of them
Or the electric in his busted ass
He ain't givin' them a trope. He ain't gunnin'. Can't no mo' gaining wizards slow down and then fuzzards with the fluff game that you would've threw down, if only ye
Right.
Gathered up.
Get some math in it. Duh.
Neeee*

#

Stars in the skies scream beyond me, but beneath me I wise up people.
It's just a Cerebral Activation on the phone I paint with the wall I slope up with the cloak I've always known would hide you from them people because if this rap synth has taught me anything is that I can defend on all of that and with a part of tribe let's describe what is fucking obvious.
Hey, I want the math.
How many passers would "Yippee!" Yeah, put me on that Graph.
I'll be a Blooder if Passerby appeared into this wedding-band like I had these lessons intact since existence this is my Back-Throat.
Hello, Son. Welcome to your Only One. There's only Mares who'll Tongue. Dang, that's a Lavish Swelter Lit Lavish In Exhobortionist up Out Your Breath. Hashtag Woke. How'mever flown blowing forever 'bending smoke'.

#

She'da heat out me. I bleat out me. She's should've wavered the gun herd wavering into the complexions beyond dissolved.
There's no gentlemen as whipped as ours. It's groaned, I moaned on the phone.
With whimp ours I'm over switch ours. Into matters then dissolve.
Sheets are whispered, hinted "this hard". That's "wimp" hard. Let's take it, divvolved.
They're all gunned if hard, so fucking hard until ours is the ones dissolved honors.
I can't grin that weigh too hard.
She's not that grinned. It's not replies. It's swavered back. It's logged hours. Isn't it? Into them. It backwards developed out hard this evolution tied into the banks of this war that I'm just trying so hard to get this levitating.

gaunt cave
#

Ey yo. I'm a white guy. Past 32. With a gunner that I dread because he plays my our noose.
If you're full of dread, let me play you a visit, more. Let me tell you: "Develop often."
I'll be part of the shoppe, that way I'm smokin' rocks.
I'll be in Atlanta smokin' "hammers".
I'll be parked up, dripping "you're" in iana.
I'll be more then shoppe.
I'll bend you whopskippers and whatever your drill in gnarley calls me.
All the streets? I keep it tapping. It's not that my dead cousins in the back can even draft without my waft up without the impossible angular of my love calling "strats" and then garnering an elemental rememberer without the strats of having that bent easy and then good leaning I'll be the good meaning in between the bone of you and that.
I'll scrat-
You'll forget the memo.
Every time I blend. I winnow.

azure belfry
#

a little parody something something i wrote about Mike Tyson adapted from a freestyle i did earlier today

Mike Tyson, do you like rhymin'?
i'd like to wine and dine you,
take you out to see the bright lights,
on a moonlit night,
riding around on a tandem bike,
sipping mai thais,
let me know if that's somethin' you would like,
if you reject me you'll ruin my life,
you'll go back home to your bitch wife,
i thought she got her tubes tied,
what you think about that, Mike,
we could have a little tike,
running around while i'm doing open mics,
listenin' to edelweiss,
i know you're not nice,
but i think you could be my type,
what's your deal, do you think your wife's better than me?
are her rhymes tighter, does she write better than me?
do you want something real or something righter than rain?
you bring the pain in the ring
but tonight, Mike, I'm bringing the train.

gaunt cave
#

A God it seems, it might be. A persuader of all the arson it does, then it does in what? A leaked out line I'm brushing in time. You might've wanted a hella rhymer in the world it against. I can be easy in the streets. Again, you. I can be that even in the deeper pretendin' in the lobby. I paint all signs. I paint I blame both sides. It's not that sittin', sippin' in your underwear, insides it. You might've remarked on your daughter, right? Who's brushed? Hell of it all or all of it in tides?
I'll sit beside them, but I wasn't listening.
I'll stop a dreader. Stop a reader. Kept them leaning. Kept them close. Insert into a twist. The next one in here doesn't sound out without a crowd around a lot of chosen rappers?
I might've mishapped. I sudden switched. It just reasoned. Out, it seems. Appeared a joke. Without a wrote. Would you know what the evolution of the brain is? Or what that chain meant? Or what that brain rung? Or won it? Don't it?
I can't read. I script. I dripped inside. Slipped inside. Inside them, I reasoned.
Even as a good dread. I could've hated me.
I switched in. No I doesn't. Look at this, atwixed as part of their medicine.
Too much of leaning positivity and way too little of the negative in the back.
I bent in, black, or doesn't I? Or wouldn't of, it've?
If I'da shits on them. What'd hide meant?
I could've pantomimed a drip insides.
This slizzards.
And I'm winnard. And I'm winnard inside you. Because both of mine survived and I time-exploded all about the time my fucking lil' ass was suddenly atwixed inside with the speaks, with the vision. On the radio, around the globe, I know they been suddenly listening. I know their suddenly twisted transistors. If so, that probably made've me.

gaunt cave
#

Get children, line them in the nearest churchyard, and give them sermons.
I'm a new head. I'm a part of the troop that has never come through yet. I've since destroyed they asses. I've since handed them bricks. I've since I clambered all over my opportunities and deserve some new ones.
I deserve some choices. If I add them. If I make them. All of the rest, they know they just can't take 'em.
I'm climbing down this 'til this sixth, because ours the best.
I climb over their square yard and clambers ours, like who's the toned, rich?!
I can't clamber then over and over and over and over until the nothing back of reimbursement just gets summed up in pensions?
I'm not nothing. I'm a real walker with the crowd. Ain't it? I deserved so much that climbed up to this percent.
I fucked back. I bucked back. I'd want it all right now, if tame'd would fall?
I grilled 'em. Gorilla'd 'em. Added some sugar. Does its math for it and translated the expressions at which they's chose, or which they shone that? They chose that and that's the last one I'da want to fall.
This is just Sunday morning for 1 minute 30 seconds and you're just a crowd of halving nothing back. About it, knows it switched. And attains the call, the crawl, and anything you walled you wanted back, fuckin' average clucker with a back of none, mother fucker. Now who that won it? Who that where was you? I'm a brew you choose for few transistors. Call them sisters. Call them blizzards, And that vocabulary.
I'm a new one.
I'm a brew, now.
I wanted it all, since it never fall.

gaunt cave
#

HEY! I'm off the blip. I'm off the percent. I spit the game. You know the rules. I came about.
Shit I'm about.
Still ain't even learned.
And I earned.
64 Wars. Well, here I go:
Transgenders spread 'transvestite'.
I couldn't climb too many transistors, here.
I'd rather slam. I'm about a body. I've known... In this life.... Something about where you're "warned up". I'm warmed up. I'm gross concern. I'm income in lent them but I'mma bend them a new lobby.
Busy as a cosigner.
Showed rine.
But then dreaded home.
I can't farm. That's farmland I can't tell anybody else that they can do. So insides I squirms with how you came through. And then I was borne. I got inside the time I choked a side the signature was what I'd write.
I should've known this whole time.
Insides, this norlorn's the coed, signed.
For sure, the furlurn's gone.
I could've bent. I could've swooned. Wrote about 10 lines:
They all about what you feelin'.
They're all the rules. I abided time.
I showed them life. I knew. My write thing. Was incisions.
You knew I've shone. I've all known about. The everything.
That rhymed a time that you stoned, stole my mind.
I can't count the times I blind and tried to blind them.
My whole life. The whole everything.
Every contribution, payback.
I raid about my own time.

gaunt cave
#

I put my wife in that. Solve.
I put grains in that forever. Who would do me?
I'm painting a time I can and can't live in. That must stunt me to a degree?
I'm either straight averages or straight off my jam. I lick bologna. I spread hams. You stayed apart of me. I grown in two feet. Straight grows off me, meat, and straight grows off me, cheese. I'll stay a mind. You're a mill, grind it! I can't stay on levitating this side of me!
I'm full of rare degrees!
And you are straight food!
I cannot parlor and problem them a part of them insides a straight switch inwards and inwardly I'm just livin' the life of representing the problem and then climbing and claiming my right over the holy moley cannoli and sweared it the damned thing, again, like always, I'm stating my partrition!
I'll be so problematic?!!
I'll straight ardor our problems. In it I cannot feed you, or clothe you, or blacksmith your jeans, or good meats have eat you.
I cannot attain a good degree in this heat, this gravitates just states me farther and stakes me forever in this harm, that's good he
I just straight off of the man and bent in a time until I've again, tried to rob
Tried to rob again, tried to rob
And good state if I means

gaunt cave
#

In the Dead man's eyes, I can dissolve. In its eyes, I can take form, and then go "joined" and then good drawl against all of the insides it tips into me a slave off of this drip forever waiting and then computed out dinner dissolved and then blowed extensions out: "if those, maybe drips that you can solve", "if only you drips that knew that you"'s and it lines extensions.
In it, the Dead man, walked "Deep" and then it grows out a complacent ass inwardly-infractions those don't hit at you, get them at the sin-sin ball, get them at the froom.
I see in you, I lean in you. I'll probably squidwards.
You're oley. I moly wants sints at your ass.
But in, moaned, a choke that homewards, glent.
"It walked away, probably fearfully. Probably cooperatively."
It probably wrong. A holey pawn. And in it a man brick'd the breakdance'd inwards science.
"MATTER OF FACT, IF I COULD SQUINT, I'D PROBABLY WIN THAT!"
And that's all you probably will ask, glaring that out of me.
And I probably wimp. I will 'en care about you and give it good slare and drip it ill like time-walked a midi confu-L'd with pawns warped in about gates.

gaunt cave
#

Bum punching in numbers, playing them all rules, tribal as love gets with a punch this hard you grow so enabled.
Homeless with the fun change of gluntin' where I'm livin', so expressed in it, he's going to get his part shoved.
Punched into your ninny. Punched into your scarves where I want ninnies. Fun with the phone-sex. Of love, I can only punch in, only: "Skies" are mustered. So dark in this part, phony men can often squint in and squint out with tones so million'd their only punch was a dark sky with tongues I protruded through a million of them back.
Stay off the guns. Stay off the guns. Stay off the phones, you ninny.
Expression wavered. I'll probably punch one, haunted, if only, into any of your guts.
None that are trusted. None that are having phones. Sexing and wifing tones of any professional.
Setting so involved, guns would have it goat-sexed. It's no text. That's whatsomever some of you at home.
Transgenders tone it: "dough".
Harps at a million percent of any at home: "swung at the millions" with Harvey's at-homes cartin' the only way to fuel the feels, incarcerated as at gun's: tongues through anybody thoroughly reputed to the tones of sounds of incarceration in carted gems centralized do to the young of the man who can hardly participate in the stones, for if theirs was stone-tongued, then in yours, theirs eerily reputed.

sly spindle
#

im knocking you down like you apart of some dominos
I hate you but thatā€™s some information I canā€™t disclose
feeling great like itā€™s the day that Jesus rose
(write next few bars)

gaunt cave
#

I heal herds. I grow loudest. Wait, there's a thousand pounds in there.
For the richest spooner, who grows a thousand million miles in there?
You might think this the thousandth mouth. You're so wrong.
That's where we're dumb, I'mma think you. Who grows a thousand million miles, mmyeah?

gaunt cave
#

Stop pretending like there aren't any rules in this bitch.
What, do I claim the Grand Empire? Do I love the land? Do I really? Do I really? Do I-
Stop lividly living, underneath. Stunt me: "Do I lividly? Do I-?"
There are now hounds where I found you. I want to live this lividly, underneath's-
And all I want to do is be found out's-
If you knew at all how to outrule this predicament, you'd know that Hip Hop and Jail really failed in this category: "Currently, right here, on Earth"'s...
You might have bit off the wrong thing. You know if hardly nothing he can choose, it'd be like hissing dumb farts in this wrong chain, here's.
Do you grow that chi-chink?! Right now, I'd be all buffed, smiling, right there, down at you's.
It's not going to be an ape. It's not Semi. Right now you don't dollar chains, but if you saw me dancing in the mirror, you'd be all cried out about how crawled out you would've been's.
And I'll be a cried child, if you ever see me wild out.
And every lip, you know: "You gave me a damn shoulder."
C'mon, let's stop leering. Let's peering into that shit.
All you gave me was a cried all out about a whimper you damn gave me.
Right now about that damned shoulder thing.
Tomorrow's lunch, feel that whiskey, could be about a cried old shout.
And all of the "abouts" that singing, don't look me in the damned mirror.
You're all whisk more, and I'll be a lion shouted.
Quit claiming the whiskey.
You should've been this much tribaled in more, but right now I'm hissing: "I'm hearing" at you without a crowd of "whisk more's" crying out about your damned shoulder a tailor amongst you, with you, described it as a scream in the midst of being the wrong entered descriptions.
She, 'a, should've had a child, more.
See if that piss greens.

gaunt cave
#

I'm a hypin' 'tosin' mother fucker with the sun-dried up tomato you're flossin'. Got them sausages on right now and I could leak it, toe it, leak it like it's a bad habit.
And then all of these people grab it, yum.
Hope that wasn't in my vocabulary. Hoes and people don't sling that buzzard ass bussin' bustin' down on people on what?! On robitussin? And I could leak it. I'm caught up, deep wiki in this. Skies the limit.
I'm won up. I tick-e. I take anything I want. I'm dying in the crowd don't tick-e out of something or somebody like me.
Right there my wiki shouts and I'm a toubler-ass toubler-ass drinking shaking whipping out of my whip-chains in a desert land that screams "no fountains" and I could cut up and go gut up, but I'd rather nut up "go fuck your boy"'s until that schleen in it doths fuck the religions spinning out of my back-alley, out of my back-wood, why's that king in no 'that'? I should feel out your sausage. Your sausage grade.
I'm right in the back in the unknowst be-section.
I know squallor won't lame you along like squallor will.
I might kill them all a lot.
Pop's drinking.
Wait. Let me dream down this sex while the god's part's really in this 'who wanted those?' 'who wasted with ya'lls?' up in this dissection, ha.

torn egret
#

They faking, they pouring the fake drank
I'm trying to make more than like eight banks
She sucked me up I don't got to say anything
Your shit is splinter, I smoke big planks
I get the bands on demand
Fendi my pants
That fake shit, you know my stance
They V's they spank and they dance

gaunt cave
#

I flown in my city. I catch too many bodies too prettied. I suppose what I have to say. I'll punch you in the mouth 'soon as I toned I "yay".
Still, I'm levitatin' dark. She ain't shined in nothing but another bar. I fucked with his part, and then I instantly died in the mini-mart. I fucked up your histories. I said to the light: "shine" and "fuck other mysteries." I signed that on my Instagram, immediately. What it's from ain't nothing but changed from Pop. That's not the mission. You are all motherfuckers.
My phone called, it measured, it said I was asleep. I'll salute your posts soon as you remain on my instigated further into this deep more-dark mystery.
Sheets on my phone I called up, walled up, bucked a bang. Feel we're awfully strange, and come away, growling, howling 'bout the same sounds. Eyes fucked. You're mini. Five bucks schlucks! Never wanted fear in it. They're at most pucking 'bout what I fear in 'em. You won't look because you'll feel abolished?! Okay.
Well, instead of hissing your medicine, how 'bout we don't play?
Fucked with feels I never sing: "that's what you bought."
I'm carooned off, my crew abruptly changes, my traces in this sending them another matrix. Still at bucked with who? You? And I attain them with women's Shire.
I cross my mistakes with cross-irons. My back-seat will never firm up, harder. There's so rigid and there's some extra defenses. Showed up "brig, don't fall asleep at the steering wheel"'s enough to fill up a women's bar up.
Crashed with some extra meters. Hoped to be more strapped for war than more Coolio exchanges.
Umma Dumbass Basehead. Stay Raps. Stay Blunts wherever you Chased Head. Stay Raps Because You're Filling up Bars.
Stay trapped in the chasis. The chain's is so supportive, I'll probably run and embrace it.

gaunt cave
#

I still haven't met ya. It's got ties that are measured. They're sangin'. I can't keep my harm in electric too high. It's passin' the matrix. It's passin'.
It's status quo singing here, dreaded, too passionate.
Is Florida the same? Yeah, is Florida the same? Watch, who walked "passion" in it?
It's irrational-er than the motherfucker.
It cuts crashes too high than I'm crashing, sang that very same psychopathic "passion-?".
It's too dreaded up in my "passion". It's not staying it's starving. Still starving in there, "i'nt it?"
Reading about my drawls. Stunting too many beyond personage.
It's the ill-will.
It's the llava!
'til gravity do 'en harm do any parts in me's 'til SINGS OUT OF CRASH!!!! STANDS too rigid TOO MANY TO SIC up's
Reading too many beyond the passion of the current stance.
You know that hardly sings on evil Me's 'til I'm one who do all apart's and I'm still stayin' on my uttermost persona, dancing.
She'd be the queen, I'd sing. I'd be the Blood bee, wardling, be.
If she's still a queen, bleed out our passion...
If she needs Me to steal her on electric. Does it dances?
If she'd be cool--?? That's Queen, Too Realer and I'm an Illa Stay in this Weird Bible that has Matthew Whebell's host be illa on illa on top of that's
Is that what's dreaded the most? When he's running "host"????!
You know you're weenie's true. I'll parts you. Diddy deduced this along the same lines.
Is he running backs straight into the middle?
Is he weaponizing his back, straight? Strength piled up. He's going to need a lot to gather.
Too many haven't
To have "garnered" there.
hehehehe

gaunt cave
#

"Heyyy"
Gas
Gas
Gas
Gas yo fuck 'ass out.
What time?
What sass?
What pass?
What flannel's your wearing?
Way to treat me.
Way to treat me - Nile.
How about if I were a real one, I wouldn't light your ass up?
You're obviously the flossid one, screaming.
You're obviously The Squashed Talker. What's SARS drooping, ya?
You're obviously The only TeleMentioned Men'o In this Tele-Tele-Tele-Tele-Telescopic partrition of you when I was instrumental.
You're obviously the Nile.
You would've flussed if I tossed it. The swastikas out.
You would've twould've like you televised up right at now out of your anger: If that's televised?
If I didn't enjoy you sitting, listening, right here. Where I often knew you would've just listened to me, simpering. Simpering at me, softly.
I shed one. Too pasta. You know I should've shown up. Enjoy you.
You shrow schick at pasta. The moan's lits. You can't farsee. I man's over.
I'm glintin'. As far as the written schlitten bars set atone aside you.
You don't know I'm ripping-ripping-ripping until that fast I see is your man and he's sticking, glistening over onto you, and you know the mouth.
I'll be all proud about of what I fast see when I spreak do I reach out for speeds-
You wasn't fast, knew.
As far as you dripping pastar, you won't stick out bands. If that's even a flaccid, you knew that at utmost I can whick a coc' and cobana as fast or faster than dripping, sweaved in you.
I can be far as bars 'lanta.
I can be that sprintin' ghost you can sees far insides you.
I can be that measuring toe. I go:
"If only our dads knew" and they can dread weeping by your toes.

gaunt cave
#

Who else am I going to squash the nub one? Toiler bon ride. Who's gonna drop that now that we are just egregious sins?
Who's going to toiler but all of that....
Except for a weakass incision. C'mon. S-s-sail along. Get. See if that dumbass would insert one toiler out of pride?
See? See? See if that wakes you up, on anybody.
See if I won't glove it. If the man is sitting in that firm position in the captain's seat.. than mhm, then just play me.
Oh yeah, I'd see 'neat'. I spit that on taliban. Tell me if I'm illegal yet. I'm tongued, but if I'd "9", then if I'd "7".
Sheets that are if poor, if poor
So daughters have them into it.
I'm such a credit source. Up in the captain's chair. The high place. See if I'm see anybody there.
I go ya-air th' thing
And at once go; "a million"
The subscriber thing is pup-winnered "my bass hard" there.
I just take care of the most psychopathic-

gaunt cave
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The original Psyche herder. Don't try to belittle me, belligerently miss out on the recital. The Pan. Only to the homie. Only to find. The pain. All in my mind. Don't try to sit there. Drink that other one. Pull me into the skies divided by the man who livid. They're only homie Tony. I'm lickin'. I'm spreaken tobaggan. I might have missed Hitler here. Played that in troop.
You know the homie you never sent back? Divided by the only homie who never splat listens to you. They're all to here, and I'm the holy tobaggan messin' with you. Oh yeah? You're only going to hold me Jafar back far? You know you only missed him when he stands on you.
Don't talk. It's cheap. It's few to listen.
You know how homie swears there's a cheap whore-ance?
That's-that's what we need. More whore-ance.
It's not going to rise to peace. So dose, "homie let's just set back". One day we'll have enough breathing room to conjure this mess of hocus pocus.
It's that homie, swung.
It's that homie deep into find you's
"If she never needled me, it's because-
I'm rarely the one, drearily focused."

gaunt cave
#

Smokes burns beyond bridges. The hates torn in mend none in mend do anything. The toil. Your reef. The stands on it, projected, objected by the things that found them. In them, you'll see, you'll need nets of nenergy.
Squish. Don't squish? The fish. Do it.
They're here. Not here. The reverend. He calls if he can see it.
The switched projectiles. It gnaws on me.
The switched projectiles?
Toned higher and higher until rejected texts tons of 'em walls.
Too deliberated for he to see it, for even me to see it.
I jumped, deliberately.
Pointing at anything found with and me.
They sing on the rebuttals.
Too many twisted in skies we warble, the Warbenders.
In mixed weed didn't he deliberately foresee the skies in them glinting?
The s-cence makes me see.
The highest being the most he could see in these.
Do "monkeys".
Tone in and then hissing to see:
Small violence. Do squadrons. Do tons of hay, ah.

gaunt cave
#

They're all hilarious burns. I can smile right now. I'm twitchin' to do the only aped thing and that's quit them.
She know she so hard, it, ho, hardly seems if it stays a part of me. It can only be as mighty as mighty is as carniverous.
If she'll throw the shade of all of my eternity.
Shits, if I crawl, a Dave.
Let me part of "Let me part 7".
Whisk it all away.
Did I outdo harmonious? Did I whimper in a ways? Did I probably kill them off your "stays"?
Did I probably outdo them all? Whoops. Part of human. I'mma be a part of a dark beast slayertaskfully like I hardly haven't only gotten anyone. Like I'm a sleigh, a part of beast.
Matter of fact, I'll be anime.
Let me pack, when they heat, do they beat, do they forcefully open the whole universe and turn their back on-
Let me put you on your stance, bird.
You don't know you get where I'm turned.
You don't grow the fastest dude, out here, all the way, on your lonely lone.
And that wasn't even a fast weighed. You don't heat, you don't beat: "If it's that way's" on little old me.
You don't secure if that's whipped were you faster?
Do you parleigh out of your inchin' tiny script?
All you known 'probably', now whip that fast bone.
You don't know if I can seizure.
I handled it, I probably quipped.
More of those in-state lines.
More of those governments.
But I know that you still stay in the old gnarney back-line, enemy of-
Wait, didn't it, didn't it, didn't hardly ever, it stripped-?
Enemies don't talk about it a lot, but however, that's only because the holy backed out of that damned wood just got a peckered too sensed up to seizure homie's into back-lines, your whole negligent on even an apology of the fraction of the room and every infringement on: 'Why, mine survived-" and "Homie, you only ever swolvt. You only ever stood a part of this infringement."
You know if you hinted at your eerie magic shred up in this stands up in this apology letter, it would've been a mighty casket. And I swear I governed 'em all at that inch!

gaunt cave
#

So even when I play it? You'd say I tones it. Yeah, I tones it. Look.
Everyone whispered on my hook. Said I'm the opposite. Lair.
Did I grow to the front of your face?
Could I hold my vocabulary in your imagination?
Could I "grud"? On "Hocus Pocus", you know, I'm playing my regular shove.
Could I "Grid by" and "Stiff, N'ah, your Eyes"? No.
You didn't know if I'd grown enough up underneath to harbor in tones in them spirits who often coorborating with me if I could pull a good ol' regular and spit bop on 'em with 'pac, spen' back, you back? I put on "back", you somethin'.
Yo, you somethin'. Yo, you somethin'. Yo, you somethin'.
Send back "spit back" I spent on good rat to bap a spent that on something like "survivals".
You know, "oh", that baby was chill.
You go "oh", that baby was chill.
Yeah, you know they grills.
Yeah, you spin "bach" on but maybe kidnapping a dirty transuckle'asaurus?
Like I'd spend back that good ol' opportunity.
Here, you weren't poppin' your "c'mere".
Went back and maybe stripped that all along your tits, plz.
"If Rap Would Often Spin That?!!" is often off of djits, plz.
"Spin Rap" with Gyver. Yeah, let's put some Nelly on it.
Let's put Smelly on it.
Let's put garbage when it's near.
I go It's hard but I got incarcerated on the block along the park a bitch's tits near. If you ain't spinnin' just a part of you, put back along that cwelpt, and then I dwelpt all along that shits, plz.
I'm a gargantuan teenager off by myself.
I just pull them down on any mirror.
Ho, I piss off if dots was on that polka mirror block and d-dot would come a bitch hanging in my range, all about them squeeze, like
Ho, it's off the block.
Don't know if any of that shit's just sayin' vocabulary.

near spoke
static marsh
#

Commit criminal actions, then omit sins to the pastor, i'm a sick, cynical bastard; like if you mixed vinegar acids with slit wrists in the bath-
Trip sixes is scratched with lipstick prints on the glass; my exes played on my wits and i cracked, they's some sick, lousy bitches that's tryna live in the past; i'm not tryna give em a pass.
I'm about my business, they self-dissolvin stitches; i got rid of em fast.
crashed at the skatepark; gashed my face and i laughed as i leaked on the pavement,
whip scraped on the brake levers laid in the grass,
i wasnt bitchmade i cut like switchblades, so what makes you think Jake would be taking your crap?

got a new bitch, new attitude, no longer the dude to get abused and used, cast to the side.
she let me be me, and see thru actors and lies right past the disguise;
shes too attractive and wise; and the pint-sized cutie is like half of my size.
she so smooth when she moves her ass and her thighs, her view captures my eyes.
went from passive and shy in the past, now shorty's Daddy's whore, takin orders, she dont act like she minds.
no askin her twice or actin surprised, never lackin duties; booty got me actin awry.

gaunt cave
#

Look sunk. That's what it is. If anything, it is. That, it is. Lookin' soft at you.
You're holy pardon in my knuckles, what sunk at you, do you really wanna deliberate all evil?
Do you really want to crunch something in the air when it whimpered. Try the luck at luck at buz at you. See if any of them any of them stood them up here.
Tribal sunk, but doth that do that puberty any decency?
I'm shrubberies. Shrubbery in your hair. Shrubberies I'm running places.
My friends, my locked shed, my harp, my keys, all of them are in the subway underground.
Do you remember defending by freedom? Do you remember straight any of them?
Did the last one delayed. It's not going to twin by all of our shit. All of our shit... Caught.... Chocolate* uungh...
I'm afraid if I'm going to die. They'd never cross ape before they explain display all of that shit.
Do you know what your mind is numb from, suffering? It's as if Tony's, transvexed, took a smither out of your inner defined in a reason: "I'm still going to distriute that shed."
It's as if he's dying. It's more as if we're dying in a way....

gaunt cave
#

Hold it against you.
People always bothering me about this "hold it against you".
If I "hold anything against you", it's because the rent-through. Because your statin' as the state upon which it taxes.
If it's anything whatsoever I'm going to be standing, appalled.
If it's "Holding it against you", I'm going to deliberate about something, switch.
I'm guarded-guarded-guarded by the way that he heave you.
All of that in the blatant mispronounced robbery in the backpack.
I don't know, so let's bit that.
Let's bit upon that. Frown upon that. Drip while we're so down along the that-that in your tax, port.
Hold up it a ton of howmever it glass
Smould' it down in this whip's hiss' percent of what it might be
My imagination...

gaunt cave
#

Hold against you the Book of the Dead. As far as your mind's been steadily researching.
C'mon. Lay it on me.
Far as drama. Twear it all loud and dwiddle this is not a cause for a start of the carcinogen in this shit, scrammed, this man would take's until the drake's pulled up and stayed rid of 'em to you, before I give out, I'll lick out at anything smart, just said a smart, bitch.
Book of leading these women on top of the drama but then stopped at the wall.
I dripped up appalled. I'm glad it's just me. I thought on top of that. I thought on top of that, drunk.
Every ex that you had still sittin' with the scissors along them lifelines and all I can see,
toned up to me,
Apple-seed, lead me, be
I'll push you on the way. I'll push you on the way. I'll push you on the way.
It's all okay?
It's all a crawlpt out of this vision, walked and I net up on the walkie talkie with schit that you ain't alive, invested in
And I scream "I approach" way before so you know the war, the award, the warehouse and troppling on top of that was walled a bank runs, you woul've pulled up with straights, shoved
I'm pinn-uckled, yeah.
I'll be the blinding symmetry you've got.

mighty brook
#

I just fought a celling fan
But these ainā€™t niggas thatā€™s a issue

gaunt cave
#

To all our parents:
I'm going to go like this: rips* tearsings* tearings asunders*
I'm going to hope that everything forever, forgives you here, from here on out.
I'm going to leave you alone for good.
I'm going to pursue the lines at which we alls knows is at stake.
Tell me you're a line, then. crackles {"Tell me you're a Simple line in there, then"}
All of ye's mesmerized.
All the rest of ye.
All I can do is poop.

They sought all the less of that, bitches.
It's not going to mar on my puberty. Nay, not my "puberty".
I'll be spittin' that heat forever.
I'll be down that knuckle like: 'I-wanted-you' humor.

Each talk, "Isn't that big?" I should be spraying.
I delayed: "Am I dark here"'s.
Steep.
We're angular.
Steep, let's have them steeples: "Altogether now."
Let's hide. We're in, steep:
{"Quit bottling me. You're in mud-hic-ride"}
If few had thread: abolished you, abolished you, you're so in my maze, they're through anything your tempt fried, if any, up.
Welcome to your Mania.
If it ain't passed it a ride, then I'd love it if I'd stay past the "ray gun" portion of his dredge up in my surmise, my weigh.

mighty brook
#

Had broski get off his ass and run up a bag with me
now his ass lookin like a scammer
Hoes slow down when they pass us
So we can scan they body lika traffic cameras

gaunt cave
#

I'll still whisper with phones. That's what's been tundra'ing you. Don't worry about you. Thoughts barely miss you. Dark has me express in the tone, so dread morily-morily lines you should whisper in, too.
Show swishes where it probably miss you. Do to you what tones me, there. With great muscle, pumps with that shit. Be who you really are. Be who you really, who you really, who you really then, what do you crescent?

Shots nearly been down.
Knots wearily wind their ways around you.
With bots, more will really walk.
Shudders 'bout that lair.

Without grow-hard in steel.
Will walk really nettle anything about rock?
If bounces heads into your lines, I'll consider that bought with the trade, or whatever doo-doo-doo-doo funnel-headed starter shit you wanted to really have bought.
Try saying to me how I'm fwonna doo-doo-doo-doo, as if I'm tunneling out of Brightline. Fuck outta here.

gaunt cave
#

Cursed, immersed, if ye "yurst" there for certain.
Curtains where I'm warming. As long as dark increases, I'll increase up.
Shit, if I had a heading. Yeah, yeah. If I had a book. Shred your ass up.
As long as that "king's" Kong, would you hate if I spree'ds my suck, if you'll luck, up.
You know what homie needs, God is wanting. God is wanting. Sits high with you.
Would you spread in me, these
genes that you would need have upon me, knuckled, I'd brustled, I'd brustle-sprouted, I'd developed lean on these things. If that's not great, less trouble your way. Have I ever uttered your mother on Kaliphate-queen sized queen-set mattresses? That's what I'd televise you.
It's you that you said would've spread that much love on harmony.
Don't know how many doesn't? Well, when was that said-? Nothing, you'll be found taking "NOTHING!"
EEEEEEeee~k.
I'd probably tones
but if I'd if I'd
Then I'd be tongued said-spread butt-ugly.
Oh, no not the butt-ugly Word!
It said
It says
But if it's beyond verdicts, then let's explain if it spreads in tongues back that sound probably more like your lines, all normal, and puberty in puff with these would he have sung a tin tongue'd legend? But it says it spreads in tongues with me!
That ain't a liner.
You ain't hicky. You ain't been denied.
Huff.
You know what-
If there's anything sticky, do what you do.

gaunt cave
#

Here we go, we're thinking. Moving down that road. All of the shows. All of the shows. All I'm thinkin'. Gold.
It's time for this G community to get a wrap. The things that I want to have moved in for this city. Except in it, I'm thinking "want" like we're the only humans in the community gettin'-gettin' it and I'm just as soul with a rolled comradre. Among these fishes, these bitches. I swear that I'mma get them livin'.
Still impressed by myself. I move around and I'm the only one switching and ridding them of getting covered by the robberies and ants. I'm a trash bag in the wind and I'm still floating although the only real road I know is spread from my soul. Bogie injurers runnin' and phony called me, still statin' you can't get the fuck up out of your impersonation of "few could good" and "few could thinks" 'til I'm comradre'ing. I'm comradre'ing on these suckers and the only time they wanted back was when I felt them up alive and then I bucked and so I stay stuck in time. I glow, I gloat, but I guess this is livin'.
I spit this upon heaps, upon my children until they weeze up and told me spree'd up and the G that sucks is gettin' them alive in a time that the moment just overtaken and grown forsaken and I showed up all true and blue and full of blew-up 'radre and partaked up with visions of this swishin'.
The only real thing here, goin' slow, is all the thinks I stand in the back of the bishop moving 'comradre' and drilling.

"Oil, easily!"

gaunt cave
#

First lieutenent. Still not a second. Captain. No lieutenant. Major. No captain. Colonel. No Major.
Oh, wait.
I just rolled a blunt!
It still stays, saying: "EVERYONE SUCKS!"
I'll stay out of days.
I'll pretend I'm blind.
You'll go, look: "What, I learned-..." and I let you.
You'll still grow this oil-stove. This grove. This easy.
You might've been hired a lot.
And still that grows. Look, I wasn't frozen.
Rolled in the banks. Took that "look" for features. Spread that herpes and that Hennessey until that hippy just sees what I sprees in a tone when I grow up circumcized, you know: "that is not my brain!" and I grow all the way in sideways like siamese twins while all you get to do is subtract from the amount of the love I'm livin' while I stand in grapevines by you and I just sprays like I flays and I get that subtracted, that amount, from a lot of pepper I sprays.
From a lot of recipes, explained.
From a lot of dying-in-the-midst.
Here, I'm toning the whole leprosy until that "just is me" is fucked as grades as frozen beef stashed in the back of the organization all comradre'ed and then I spread the block, the shoppe, could've saved. I park at you, both ways.
All organization.
It spreads my hiss.
I lacked all this.
I'm funny facing ways. I'm not lacking air. I'm just trying to explain:
All of the funny ways you livin', spit in a time for us, to warble.
Warbling, warbling, warbling.
Like you ever had a drop. Could shop us.
I drop us. At lack.
To the back of the market and still at market it spreads with you.

gaunt cave
#

You all parked a lot at shoppe. I'm lucked out at the drop. I come out shop, I'm shopping. That's not drips with the herd. I didn't know it wanted it so bad to be observed, it's just absurd.
Look at them all holdin' the plate.
These donkeys strange...
I don't run away with victims.
She neuron'd. I'd grow out. I wanted south.
That just blew out. Look, I wanted to grew something.
It's not just that inn or that block that you wanted living.
I get you what I heard...
I get what you learned.
I know what you want.
I grow straight to the chop.
I show shit I observed.
Oh, I guess it's learning.

I'm blurting.
That's "just come through".
I know that sound.
Let's get that Ape.
Let's get that weigh.
I know 'shoes' will come through.
I know 'cruise' will dready hue in 'em like a black Eminem with the spatula and I know they slittin', know 'wishin'', know "just grow out, it's off the drop, it'll come here".
I'm like...
What's so fun?
What's growin' here?
I can drip this southwards.
All them backs in the oil-pans steadily swackin'.
I look at them. Dead habit. Toxic. Looks at drops. Now head will walk its south upwards at 'em.
And I'm just slow. I'm goin' in.
I'm showin' 'em.
I'm off the glick. "That's just-took-it-Eastwards. Growing Pardons"
Just leek. That deag' will let you eagle-eyes know it's drippin' in all the time, explaining all of the wave, them deadly habits.
Look, Matt's off the sip. He drank the liquor.
He liked them poor. He just drowns and flown in 'em with 'em in together with a meat together like it's an abrasive taking it's way to wind behind me and then grow behind them, knee-deep in the drip, my squallor leaked in them dead and bad habits, and I beat at them "dead-eagle" like spread-an-eagle-line and he-designs-it.

Click*

My shoe walked. What'd you flown in, in?

gaunt cave
#

I can't walk how I knees at you.
So exquisite. Cop "cop a baby" and it why not endowed on at you, come wicka and go record, player.
I God now and you coppin' runnin' exquisite...
Every time I heat at you, you know you, and it's going to explain it right now and then get it in, one record, at me, probably 'til I'm whiskied, running friskied, telling everyone I'm dilapidated and elevatin'.
I don't want to run needs in you.
But you know, no matter where we are, what we do, when we go and what one walked away with you.
I'll dribble it in heresy. Should've shut up and laired 'til what-do-i-see-in-it's
Burn it now. It don't quiver. Run it queery and canary and Kinnear until your partly who you wants with you.
Rip them in their tall language.
Dish it out of their holy-holy government 'trons.
You feeling it in how it weed it out when we talk?
I'll bend them out, now. Now, I'm high. I'm disguised. This ain't your- part of your wisdom, then..
Part of your vision, then..
Then it lashed out 'til the tonneage that walks spills and spits your body home. Tell nobody home 'til I'm dripping in blood, probably eerily walking with dark whiskies piled up high, when I am the darkness instilled inside, it's "just listen."

gaunt cave
#

Hitchhiking bag. Electric stove and pan. I think: "hey, pop me a Xan'", but what I think don't whisper in the 'burbs. I think: "Let's know on them". As soon as I perceive my cauldron. Oh, lets know. Let's 'Pac.
Electric stove charger. Let's whisper on them. Let's put mach's pot to speed with how I grow my notebook and pen all on them. Enough hot dogs to last me this week. My masterpiece notebook, all stapled with utensils, don't need. That old 'lack' staying spreadsheet in the backseat. My transportation ticket with numbers I etched across. Inspect inside me's 'splaying. I'm displaying 'em right back, right now. Guess mine proceeds.
The whole career took off-which angle?
The whole career took-off-which angel?
My papa walks. It don't spread in me's 'til you could card a real-one and lacks that's in there, blacks that's in there, stapled beyond reasoning. It gets hints off of this chest. It gets measured. It gets treasured. You can't stain me behind me. You'll never run these strats. So in, these strats. It's clever.
You got a lot of seed and meds I see I need. Crying a lot, but I'll obviously been in the chow, head-hurt.
My make-up bag? Let's glance: Is it true? Let's see if 'our from':

  1. Listerine non-alcoholic.
  2. Toothbrush with mama's favorite flavor.
  3. Flossed teeth. My grade hung high. I'll either be on "protein" or on the man's gums, spittin' "I'm all over it, already"'s 'til mighty thing is having a fresh cut!
  4. Worst toothbrush. Hair laser removal sequence I have ever seen, and that started with me's 'til I'm leaky spitting on your man': "that's a pounce. onto mile 7"
    What am I? Who am I? What shall I bring? 'Til insane, I'll still whisper through the man's shred: "the man's clever".
    Still ocean will arise.
tender coral
#

I'm a literal guy
who literally writes
lyrics towards you like
I'm spttin' fire in your eyes.
But hey- It's ok.
I'm not doing it to you... At least not today.
But what I'm here to do is spit bars like a machine meant to make the materials or parts
that come together like a board and darts.
This is just a demo of the skills I hold.
My cadence
made within
my head is a whole
perfected tempo
Like the sound from a piano on a big fucking limo- but I gotta keep going and rowin' my boat down the river and show it all off because I need a trigger to please send me off on a bickering tantrum until I can properly manage my rage and then focus it right at the fake fuckin' progress you've made and then let it erase you and your life like the big
-gest deadly strike from a knife to the face.

gaunt cave
#

Every time I think of my future, my life is ready to light up. Should I hold you all to school and chase a stairway that I don't bring this math is my antidote. I show up. I rob a percentage of these genes. I'm intrinsic just like my life that was sucked before me's.
My cart is full of the chase inside of the alive ones in the spiritual realm of all of the dead in the aftermath of the strangers way beyond cardin' those thoughts with straight stone and I can bring it in this written just like this life I had just was once inside of this leech that I'm caught inside, dripping saliva, so survived by pride that I am the saviant. Feigning closer to the left and chasing them to the depths. I know that I want, now. You just want to be as good a soldier as such of a fuck-clutz I am, but I know my adjoining notes, and those notecards in the classroom straight away pacing, running straits with unapparent spiritual shitty-in-the-city but I am just weighing with these scissors and slitting them all the catacombs of all that worship you livin'.
I can defend it by all my rights but I am just swishing inside of this style of this brush I am inside of right now.
Hold on, I am just chasing.

Forever going to beat down forevers to this pedigree. The more that I can lead them out now the more I see inside of them.
You're not alive inside this soul.

"You're all a tribe?"

Fried guts plied shut with the winding nuts of the .9 that I time that I take it and tame them between whichever ridge is on about which pull around another shoulder so that he can drip this carcinogen in

I fear my God: the treasured buried inside of them that I chase beneath of them like I am not going to leave it alone I am always closed this way before the shoving could awaltz

All I wanted to say was that stuntin' in this lobby was a phat-ass vagina.

Treat the good. Treat the gun. Treat the wood with the cold inside delivered by the insides of them in their motherfucking themselvesness with a whatever can

gaunt cave
#

I invented the rap that made you bitches rich. I hand them out of huddle. I scram. That's my whole rebuttal. I gently made you itch for eight straps so that all that before you will grill and nod on. I crash. It's because you knows that's gently lackin' in the back of the arch of the ache-dealership. All that God could've called into you until what I'm doing rude in it. You can call out "Blue" and I'll know. Huddle done. All I wanted.
You know that when your drippers came out and arched backs forwards and backwards, I'll be our 'the only voice' until the pedal to the metal pumped up full of top-notch and I raised them on the tough blocks so them drinks can find an ounce.
Gulp* uh huh. Do what I'm doing to all of you until the filaments can feel again and then the desert rays scrambling in the back of the...
Pause a subject to let a rapper do what he do. To the uttermost of the breath, I can't pause at death. I can't pause at the breadth.
You wanted twenty for the show. I wanted twenty for the hype.
You get 'em RIGHT now and I chop down with 'em all and then more deposits.
You should shell them.
All that you are.
"Coming, coming, coming..."

gaunt cave
#

Ask me what I see in you when I pass you face-to-face.
Damn, that's going to kill near anybody. Don't nobody corrode me?
Should've leaped at you, soon as I put in the room. Soon as I see my lines, my thoughts ran...
Oh, how I put them all to sleep?
It's not going to drip down your "corroded, corroded"?
Soon as I starts with you, you're designed. Old and I'm slow in the fold of the motion, motioning towards you, endlessly.
Yeah, that's been nonstop repeatin'.
You know when you were in the sharp cold, let me stake knives, let me replace my wire with the "hold on, you're going to..." in this place.
All that talk? You sho' for inchin'. Hold them wide and watch that reaper slap. "Scrubbing off you, is just as hard as, about cockroaches." hehe
I remember when my chalk will cho' out walk and lop them off at that.
Blink fuel up and get riddem in their favorite song.
It's true to the walkers. It's choo'. You bend? You: "More you lose".
I could've played them off at that percent, but written in these seismographic lessons taped to your head again is another describement meant for....
You'll guess that as soon as I: as soon as I: "just was slapped."
I'll fuck the universe's lobby all over again and flip them off just to get the scent of that hate, again.

gaunt cave
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I'll be on Heaven's Castle Gates with an Army of an Armory the leaves-behind steep drives couldn't do it again and so I didn't want anybody hearing me when I'm in the back of the lobby stemming anybody and stimming, self-stimming, chasing rickety-icky-icky about saying anything about it.
Until it does something's rhyming out of the back of what's stately behind these larks in these top drives and I don't drip it what I've been feeling because this feeling's gotten me stuck in the basement with not to read and no way around or 'round it, until that literally leaves me hating, aping for that sweet memorization in the tape that we park weed and we stay sippin' to, unless that fat won really behind it and about it, starting up with a couple desert sounds and I couldn't beat it to cooberative and sweet little investigative you, even when that curiosity's up.

Straight out of God's anthems. Ain't no more fangs in necks and so company multiplies with that edge beyond the inner kinetic get good droughts of drinks peace of the mind with the bottom bottoming out every time I'm knowing whether or not I'm re-invited back into my favorite song.
Angel Commander. Name is ringing around the clock. My Man is desert. Is dreaming. My shame in why on Earth this war is warbling along in the written undergraphs of the slaying descent with or without a router, I'll still call them Home.
Shorty's off of a lack of respect, upon the descent, a moment.
A momentous occasion for those who are busy holding back the gazillions of racists and short-of-homes relationships squibble-while-they-walks and forgots-to-lit-them-chalks and so I does that behind them.
Cows, unrattled. A foul of a name dripped across the chest. Shit I'm on except it's slept on. I'm leveraging leaving you with a pop out the worst outcome. Pulled up chairs because it's on cursive.

gaunt cave
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I'll be on that like no man entertained the drainage that was stuntin' off from the company that driveth beneath me a state that I need to maintain off of that status quo I smoke a soul that isn't human, too, but I'm heavin' off of that joint. You'll say my point. Ill bring it to the stuntin' of the bridgettes I'd save it in between, although inhumane, if I thought I dripped with the wiki: wain, it'll maintain, I-I-I can stunt it away in the air with the cross between what's more inhumane than a weirdo who could have pulled away from your immunizations and then straight pulled on top of that with that which you would've gave if you were stuck crossed between a Dave and a real man with your weenie often...
You're so smoked in my arraigns. You should have pulled up.
SHop with me.
You could've bought you sticked up part of pitting you against a sippy cup, oh no, you would've joked a live one, here I dance away, I'm giving thanks.
Here, I popped up Shimmies with your corroded eerie corroded one, hearth
You didn't know Smit Me's????
I can Park one.
Smit me 'til your lemonade.
Smit me 'til your lemonade a part of wave. Huh.
God in me. Switch it. A bishop. No, a fucking wizard, man.
Switch a Taliban to teletubby.
Put a switch in Then Memorize it and then brang a switch so you in stuck, I would've wanted a God.

gaunt cave
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Call me White and I'll see that Blunt exists.
Call me Poor and I swear that yours would have been the one that won in the end.
Call me Dying. I stay flying. i sway.
LET'S FLAY THEM, NOW!
Call me fucking Organized and more denies than I'll everything on you and YOU and YOU AND YOU! Bitch, until you're bleeding.
Call me fucking White Poor and Trashy until I'm MONEY. FUCK BEING NICE AND ORGANIZED. THIS TRY TO "WHITE" ON ME!
I afford your air. I afford your prayer. I CAN be that organized right OFF THE BAT!
You AFFORD ME NOW?! I STAY RUNNING THAT SHIT!
I'll say "Bitch" and say "Prayer". I got PLENTY of slit NICE ON TOP OF THAT! BITCH!
I slit 40's. I slit 40. But yours. I'm sore. Not running!
I'm GOVERNMENT CHORES. YOURS, I'M SO BORED ON!
"QUIT TRYING PLAYING YOUR MONEY!" I CRAM 100%
You AFFORD me NO CLOTHES. NO CORRODES. NO FOR A HOLDER, HOLD THEM UP'S.
No blunts and no pardons.
NO CUTS. NO AIR. NO PRAYERS. NOWHERE TO BE BUT WHERE?!
I'M UP!
BUT WHERE?!
I'M UP!
BUT WHERE?! I just SWEAR TO LAYER on that and AFFORD THAT GOVERNMENT PHONE OVER WHICH WAY IS DETROIT OR NEW YORK Goin' BE when HE THIS WHITE and HE THIS GUIDED pumps a
GUZ' OUT YOU!
YOU WON'T BEAT ALL YOUR HOMIES. YOUR "LOVE" BLOWS SNAKES AMONGST THE put JAPES!
I CAN CREATE, DRUNK, TOO
Watch this
All of those smitten, schay us. I can part ways with stay us. You break loves. I can't control the aves. I just blow one and tundra the fuck out of staying the fuck under this rent and gasping for air is like realizing the fuck out you WASN'T THE TON OF FIGHTS I'm livin'.
I just slit the fuck out of all the souls of my vicinity 6 or 7 times. I hope they realize that I just imagined this. It wouldn't have gravity. There's no way I'm sippin' this.
I'm not TONS AWAY.
I'm not FUCKED and then an ANTHEM about SLIT ONES with HITCHES and VISIONS but then REALIZING THEY DON'T DARE bubbles the fuck-hell out of HOLDING YOU OVER SOME 40's! HAHA!
GET BLUNTed BEFORE YOU EVER SMOKE SOME MORE OF YOUR MONNEEEEY!

gaunt cave
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That time I drinked thought on you. That time I guzzled you out. That was funny.
You had up some shovels. I was raised by money. I was guided, since I was the heir. The fair I found out, had some fairness to it that I didn't memorize since I was loosened, that my tongue was my garbage.
I slammed you into a to-it until it shoves-it and then I realized that my dream was constant drama.
I'm often slaved.
I'm government-times. If forty of you were in the vicinity and still let me live even though I didn't, eerily, consider suicide? Is that "say it out of your mind"/"say it if that's what your mind really thinks?"
I'm often popped if I'm lonely.
That's slit tons in "hydras". Haha. Beg its pardon.
You would've GET Loved. That would've Popped True. Still poppin', runnin' "she ain' with us". You, a part of troop, you would've involved with "<fight>?"
That's just part of knife. That shit just starts without the knowledge I'm consuming, knowledge gettin' accumulated like it's going to hand over its script when I got its grip and I ask it, once its, relaxed: "can you runs the spreads"
The ave.
The beg.
The troop.
It's pardons.
It's another slit line it knived it shined but without they let up without they let us it's just another smeltered iron that's collapsed under Heaven, fostered and then I shoveled that ass in forwards and backwards and poured in all of its schrapes to put your 40 on its garbage whoop-ass.
I afford the forward-gerthering troops I'm between and run to spreads them deuce until running the money becomes their Remi and get guns and God plenty's 'til your brooke-ass can then shoves in.

gaunt cave
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Bet he true blue, papi.
Let's blame everything in existence that's surviving, barely bloody, by the skin of its teeth, on the cocaine he's found, 'en.
You sure they're out to kill us?
You sure they're bound to kill us?
Is that all the gas? You passed? I stab you with the fucking blunt in-hand, 'en. That's how you gut someone with a knife. You part of the Messengers he hasn't had, and en, and grabs, and en, and his knaves, and en. Pump that glit out. I'm rid of drawing weapons. You partly survived in the aftertrauma of the aftermath I'm always staying we's bleatin'
Get that glez out.
Cock*
He ain't lez out.
I don't get sweaty wishin' lesbians alive, and en.
And en, to and en, to and en. No? Gory. Get g'nearning.
Showed up. This foul ripper-rapper gets them #4's.
You chose to stove a gwopped one, but I rid them of Uncle Rose.
You weren't e'en that holy. Your only, your horny. You're rhyming.
I don't afford them knives and then it does something usomething'isn't.
I'm bold. I can hold the math. All of that pocket's heavy. You stay slapping your bitch. I'll be on, stuntin'. You ain't a written plagiarized sentence. And you ain't a bitch!
If she doesn't sing thus. If she doesn't ring thus. If she doesn't ring this as soon as I see diseased-leaders
You know that pocket ya'lls was yearning for didn't amount to trillions!
And I amount to digits!
I don't switch out.

gaunt cave
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I wanted blacks on my side. I wanted a dozen songs said along about how I'm a rhyming beast among the dozens of the tundra-ass which way you trying to go-? I might've harbored switch. Imagine if this was toked as I was learning with what bottom-less bitch? I'm always diss-farming. It's always having PARTIES OUT! I'm rhyming. Says the drama. You all parts of sons. I'm anything but a slug you said in the trunk. I'm onto anything. I'm coming. Four figures. You would've part of learning.
Enemies they wasn't splaying. Enemies they didn't want to fight along the lengths of this nape. The steepness of this graph just stabbed in within with inches afterwards that I would've stoved.
I stole them all and then quick-learning. My African-children in-the-hands of the starving-children. Lessons learning. Anything, during
the
Steep sentence. I'm having this shit in the trunk. The knives of this stands for things that our whites, they say they say, but when they play, it's Lego blocks and I'm often regicidin' with having something this glicks what's-in.
I'm shoulders.
You're learning.
I'm Dozens.
You're rhyming.
You partly protrude across. There's another beef difference between a man with a syndrome the same as want was so much bent across.
You want that alph.
I want that alphabet.
I grow that good thing. It's that same thing. Don't go plenty. It's the same thing.
You poured their 40's out. Pause a sentry.
Good figures soon as they land. I slid trauma. The land. As soon as probably. Probably whimpered: "band".
"They're all good said", said a trauma-truck!
And you know no matter what he says, that's good troop.

gaunt cave
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All that I walk, blocked. Thats said the good lenient.
All that I want, pissed-on.
It's sure to spread love.
Sure to spread eagle, except eagles aren't raised or even borne in a human impossibility as said pah do hate.
It's never going to read my century's.
Never illa all the way on that spread eagle.
If it's centermost. If it's common most.
It's never going to develop.

Read our host. Ain't just shred it. He paid.

Stands my mug on what? On what? Grief.
They ain't modern to evil.
I'll be the stands them mugs high.
Beats body ingredients "low" and "po'" to all these people. My body's my soul. All that I hold, can't it corrupt? I'm only going to love me, more.

gaunt cave
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I'm just a team player with no way further for analyzing.
It's not gonna care what I think.
Especially if I disembowel you right now. Disembowel. Yeah, deep. Stands for wookie. There, now do what I think yall does and overanalyze me. Take the guts out of the body through neat little incisions..
There. How?!?
It's not going to overanalyze me.
Dare.. how?
It's not going to see the same thing I practice.
I twist and reside inside.
Each incision a pardon of me, what, then?
You know if I griefed weed, it's not going to public.
250. Ah. Right.

undone flare
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MILE LONG STARE INTO A BAD BITCH WIT CAT EYES
BLUE DIAMONDS SPLASH ON HIGH LIKE IT CAPSIZED
READY TO RIDE, WHILE YO ASS GOT FLAT TIRES
NEVER GIVING EM TIME OUT ON THE GRIND DOWN TO THE WIRE
SERIOUS VIBES STAY CLUTCHIN THE 9
IM UP ON THE RISE, GREATEST THAT EVER NONE SAID'LL EVER COME SHY
LETS CUT THROUGH THE LIES, SEEN REAL PAIN THROUGH THEESE EYES
IM TAKING WHATS MINE, CLIMB OUT THE GRIME
MADE IT OUT HOOD AND GREW WISE,
"WHIP" YO BITCH GUESS I "TURN ON A DIME"
EVEN WHEN LOW ON SUPPLIES STUCK TO MY PRIDE, NO HELP CANT HUSTLE MY STRIDE
FADED ALL TIME ROLLIN EIGHTS OF THAT PINE
I DESERVE EVERY SHINE, DREADS SWING MAME OF A LION
YO UGLY BITCH COULDNT GET ME HARD TOLD HER "THANKS FOR TRYING"

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THEY WASHED, INK HANG OUT LIKE DRYIN, MONEY ON TITAN NO MIKE TYSON

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FUCKIN YO BITCH ON THE SEA, YOUNG MAN LIVING FOR ME
NEVER GO DOWN ON A B, DOG HOP UP FOR CEASE
YUH NEVER BE RUSTIN FOR FREEZE, AIM OUT THE BACK OF THE JEEP MONEY ON WHEAT GERM GROWING UNIQUE

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BLOW TREE LIKE CHEECH
WHOLE TREES LIKE BEACH

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OG NO REACH

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BOLD TEAM SHOW EACH

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NOTHIN WHAT IT SEEM

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FOR PEACE REACH FOR THE PIECE

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GRIND TIL A HEAP

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BLIND EM ON AND OFF FEET, MAKE MONEY ON SLEEP

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KNOW U TOLD EM U AINT WANT IT BABY,
TIL ROLL THROUGH SOLO AND SHE WENT N DRAINED IT

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LONG REACH ON RAYBANDS SHINE 30K HANDS

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GETTIN MONEY BEEN THE SAME PLAN

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GRIND LONG AS CAN WHOLE LIFE SPAN

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BANDS ON BANDS BEEN HOLDING IT DOWN FOR THE FAM

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SMOKIN THE LOUD CATCH THE AMPS

gaunt cave
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MATTS LINES GOT ME HIGH. IM SUPERSONIC.
IM A CRAP CARD IN THE STUNK OF MISERY.
BUT I DONT GO THAT WAY. MY "MAN" SHARTED.
IM NOT GOING TO GLANCE THAT WAY, IM PARDONED.
WHAT WHACK ASS RAPPER WANT A STAMP? I PAS' THEM OUT.
WHO WANT A "WHERE IT COULDVE BEEN" ALL TATTED AND STANDED ON TOP OF A WEIGHT-HILL.?
ILL CRIME IT OR NOT.
WHICH WAY WAS fast as going?
I'm slowing. I'm guessing which weightll grab ahold of me?
I'm squeazing a boiler. I just wanted to rap back. I tried to stack "let's start a war" with "a tribe" and lost out, already. I win. That ones out. Already.
I'm told I'm lacking a boiler, oh, you know, all grazed without your love.
I'm told it'll switch that.
What's that stakes? Won that? What salary. Revolution is my middle name. I mightve came with the Bible. I'm told a little about every revival along those lines, im giving it, what across-the-board was all mine. In, it twists its mistakes. Online, I'll STEM. My hearts ringing. Which dread is-?
Which dread is-?
Which pile of, 'ay, maybe "electric"?
You'll always grow this way. Mistakes it hides bleeding the one carpel-tunnel'd relievement.?
QUIT STAKES! QUIT MEASURING "WHICH THOUGHT" FROM "ME",
you little bitch-haven.
All of those mistakes it twists, I toned back on MEEEEE?!
MOOOOOORE. I MADE EM ALL AMORE, YOURE ALL STANDED. YOURE ALL FLANNELED.
Quit measuring stakes...
"Impossibly"

empty kraken
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Im strapped, click and tac
Fresh and in the front stash.
Worth the body bag

mighty brook
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When you donā€™t want to think
You pop and drink penicillin
Cause thatā€™s the only time you act like tom cruise onna mission
When all you need is me your injection antidote

hasty ivy
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I got two words: fuck @undone flare

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Ngl

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Im kinda rusty

tacit fossil
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that's five words ngl

gaunt cave
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Rappers delivering a long:
You'll never snare or 'duce me.
Rappers enjoying my favorite song:
You cross me so pointedly. You squash teeth woth whatever you swears is our air's and when lich moaned he seen you Be Cool. He'll smothered, ensnaring along. It's our favorite song, just like hearing me: "your favorite low-down".
You'd kiss that steel with your womb.
... remember when you grow immeasurable.
You won the stakes. The stake-feed lines.
When marrying that, tell me does it SAY ANYTHING to you, SOMEhow
My gosh.
You've been rolling and rolling the same mistakes!
When steppin', said "where?!"
And no matter where you hole up, I'll be still holding my head up, high.
When you said kill me it is waning how every other force ended up been up summonin'.
Doves, be up in here when your lines suck and be up there when twenty more of your lines suck!

gaunt cave
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I'm in the air, hissing: "don't mean the same".
"I'll rather be trapped by an 8th of a percent"
"I'll run the straps, im guessin'".
That'll never mean the same. Trap-down "we weed the same".
You'll never deliver me.
Missing "No"
Run us in. Don't color band. Stay up out the fossil, man.
When Weenie-Land, I'll forsake the chalice of what I'm weaning 'bout you
You're going to hear it the same in the rebuttal.
You're going to "missing". True.
"You teleport the freezes"
And you'll never mix in the same?
Don't know my brain?
The 26th whipped band about how yalls was the team coming forward. Slumming forward. Just the same as rushing forwards. The Earth. The rebuttal. The whole damn Thang came. There's somewhere written where you don't tone anybody down, any hippy down.
The medicine stuck in the lair couldn't have come with the medicine cabinet.
The holy tony fric'teen missing.
I'll run and put our staple out.
You're holy, too. Dont mean that everyone there went separate ways.
Screaming 'holy shit' from the scent. Where are we? I 'toned' robberies.
You're all missing the mighty 'chine gun
What if i-i don't miss?!
What if I had it locked and trapped in the back with the bodies ever since I been a lone, lone, bird?
How many did I hiss? Am I missing anything? Covering the 'coverage' written, if proceed, by the sky on man's dumb.
"Holy Rock?! That-that means Holy Sandals!"
I crumpled up like an ape. I proceed to lock "have love" with "glissing stands", ha.
Hit me back down. You can't sent through to the land.

gaunt cave
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Every other squad got 6. Mine, I had all 12.
Driving nothing. Shoot themselves.
They did all that. What in that bag for good eating, then?
Both squads. Yeah we got with them on both squads.
That machine. That with the things we need.
Both squadrons. Got, we had, with both squadrons.
Cut me in that! You don't fear me! My daughter won't lift your breeze.
Got me kicking, knowing where it's at.
And look at it all around you.
You're probably steady-nearing that.
Most soft is off we top. We bled on them and bled on the most ,as far as I can.
Dawgs, you gon' guess my lobs.
It's knoweth, what we a part of and your most squad is gawkin' the host's garbage and, look at me, again:
You're probably a ho, a guard.
At most, trap me in! Trap: we in, again.
Again it's against your guard.
You probably ended up dead. You'll never hear my shit.

undone flare
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GROW TO MY PEAK THERE SOME THANGS I CANT SPEAK
CAME FROM THE STREETS GRADUATED TO OG
NONE KNOW ME OR HELD CLOSELY
FUCK A BAD BITCH THROAT GUESS I ROAM DEEP
TOTE HEAT KEEP STICK LIKE ROMANS BEFORE A.D.
LAW OF THE LAND BENEATH THE FAT AND WEALTHY
DONT NEED YA PLUG STAY ON LIKE LG
AINT SHIT YOU CAN TELL ME
DROPPING JEWELS TO TEACH NO EXPELLING
"TACO" BOUT IT GET YA "BELL" RING
REAL THINGS, GENTLEMEN BEHIND THE SCENE PULL STRINGS
AFTER THE HOLE SINKS DONT KNOW A THING
THEY WATCH YOU DROWNING WHILE THEIR POCKETS SING
CANT TRUST PIGS THEY GET PAID PER DIEM
CUFFIN UP AND FEEING, CORRUPT BEINGS,
LUCKY ON PROCEEDINGS
EACH STEP BLESSED ON DEACON
WOULDNT TRADE MY SOUL FOR A REASON
REACHIN FOR BIG CHEESE, TAKEN/TAKING LIKE LIAM NEESON

gaunt cave
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I fuck friction. Dont let me attain out "problems". Don't levitate out all of the smoothe things. I thought that I left them on "ape". How'd that goose sound? How'd that any-cooperative-way pile on? What's on top of tubby you, eh? You wanted something antics. You wanted a better way to understand, to planet?! You wanted a stranger disemboweling, dreading, ripping something up. What'd it hiss at you?! I'm diaphragmatic. I'm covered. The other side of this century. Is this where you want it?! Is this better than listening to you: "violence". It'd show that you measured up peace. Put your vowel in that way that you says that. Punching everyone out, equally. You ain't in spirit. Have you measured yours? Bones pull Adam away. He'd grow nothing: whatever-it-takes. Heap a pile of cinnamon and cement and sinning. Goin send it forward.
Poor what?
You ain't even the same as me, in this

gaunt cave
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I'm the King.
Therapists and Psychiatrists aren't witches and wizards. Don't care what it sings.
Delusional. I run only delusional. The foresee it robs us of is an incredible fossil the fuelselage of which obscenes my eyelids in the back of my eyes and where I'm runnin' this.
I assume it's a joke. Chased the revolution. Claimed the whole leader. Yet, still, as my mind runneth onwards, there's a dreader in music too shingle to stretch out my eyelid.
The fuck is wrong with you wiggers?
The kill it codeth. The mill around which you squabble and attain then with your left.
You left it.
I'm dreading kissing you with the neck of the same blade.
They're all too scented. I meant it when I said my dreads will up won and won 'em in out, of with.
The shame. That same dread.
I was walking around.
Around me, it was blind.
With no one approaching who clearly keeps marketh "the mule will end up, walkin'"'s all around you.
With a vita-
Chill.
You're still missing.
I'd rather sing about that bitch.

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I'm the King, the Emperor, the Pope, the God, the belief, the state, fiction...-?
What else?
What the fuck else would have you runnin'?
I beat mighty Eminem?
Even right now, he's giving lips?
I can see. I can see. I can wrought. I can teach a tunnel lines. I can even meant to deceive us.

Forgotten rubble felt the same about my name? And I'm sippin'.
Ridiculous as it is, it should submits how I assists with whatever, I heap that bells.

Angels fall. Angels crawl. But not to men.
I don't know how far we go but comin', again, is at least 5 inches off a chain runnin' instrumentally inside your brains.

I don't walk. What else can I say?

I confuse the lines with needing this:
I can see you. I can salute you. I can even haves your kids.

Commemorating me...
All my stampede, mine?

Daily I walk in with a bless of toke. Everyday: "Long" and yet I guess I'm shilling 8 beat habits to a bunch of motherfuckers who just: "Let's keep".

Average...
Every day "Long". Yet I don't talk to warts.
If I walk along the floor, will they "still the same".
Ain't beating me!

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The King of Hip Hop! With whatever. Wherever it lives, it could see through all the chalk! And mixed it a little live one. Who's your steering? Who's coming in? Who's going to walk that way? Don't tell nobody I can mix the dots and I bleed your harness into whatever cometh out, what, a bunch of generational idiots beat you at it, again, and so you: "Let's join in?!" I don't see them talkers. Everyday you're bound to pull out. We can rip, now! Pull that squint. Pull that little elemental tunnel, screaming: "Hit me!"
It hid behind me, and... you're out.
Fuck it!
I'm THE LITERALLY ILLIDGIMATE TEEN wherever I go and I bless them everyday with another instrumental routine that they can keep in the back of they heads.
And when it's all a little bit starker, will you realize outwards?
Oh, let's get a way!
How'd them Feelings go?! Why can't that literally never fucking repeat, I'm debating, and having another different flavor any day that Claireå±±Eviche throws them quips and I cannot quit. I literally out-deceive my ONLY, screaming:
NONE OF YOU ARE GODS. ALL OF YOU ARE SLOBS. WHAT YOU'RE WHISPERING, CANNOTS
You don't trust me. You can never even really out-squeeze your history in tones that I quit endeavoring.
Reading about me but there's just a stone, a song, screaming: "I WILL NEVER LEAVE YOU"
'Cept check my message-history.
If it's not you. Could it be. That it's just, to me, What it always says

gaunt cave
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I'd rather rub your nose in EVERYTHING I've spoken 'til it's broken, I'm hauling, I'll never come over, still you want acknowledges, bitch?! You dropped in "how many"?? You're queer and your let me pop its ear on top of your heads is gwopping me in a way. I'm hella tundra'ing, tunneling, you know "the skies the limit" on everything that I toppled people's coming out with a walk I am spending. Dropping all that shit on next year! How its quit got me sincere and I'm so sincerity on that: "How I get white people out?" "How I am running everybody?!!" Stands for article-Knowledge and I'm often opting out of spending on damn near everybody!
How will I cool, keel over, gwopped?! How mixed rock I am spendin'? How'd I mix tundra with evil? With walk I am spinning up out of the money. Down to mix Cool and Oh, Evil.
Double-you. Double-the-Oh. Double Mixed Five I am Winning. How the hell am I down to mix evil? How the hell do I dare to mix shoppe? Out of pop. Out of arms. I am spending.
Don't know to look deep. How'd I get live, I am spinnin'? I don't Wario. I mix Wario and extra-koolaid until it's all that I'm screaming about's 'til it's a trowel in libel, how did 'Pac miss its beat in music?! Feel all the drop. Out of its top, I am spendin'.
You know when I wanted to mix evil? How am I at the gripping? How'd I fan out with the scarves out of love I am jimmying? Showed Hulk to miss stubble and duwop it's a child without lops of appendages, missing. Feel out the cool shout. Feel out the cool world. Mix in the Bible's. Out of what Shoppe, out of which Mars I am bringing? Down to mix whatever, dude. It's past the noose. I'm not confused. I'm oft' obtuse. I often choose to spread the deuces with a lop I could shake and a part of the problem of Pop with the Mark in Machete-1 with scratching its tooth on the nails of the block I just kept in, bringing you the problem of attention-deficit with the chore I could spend.

gaunt cave
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I don't see men. You can 'retend. I don't heap them. I don't sentence a sentimental little me into the cauldron. I don't stunt. I summarize. All that I can ever do is going to be on television with the record playing just to see what the record's saying and I'm a little evil. Deep with the Adam and Eve. Until that's just the yellow in the middle of the screen, I can tape it. I can even squeeze your grape with wrath. I can even start a tunnel. A little history. Show them a little detrimental demony partake of father's love had for them.
I seen you scream since you were a twiddly-dee and I'm just a cart upon them I'm mezmerizing.
I've seen you pull up to lots of Sams and a lot of Anthonys and even then, little evil you, all you only knew how to do was scream.
Right there, it squeeze what it means!
Have a little evil.
I learned, through evil screams!
Have a little evil.
I controlled. I turned. I screamed.
Aimed back at them, eh?
What'd you say to the land?
Have a little evil with a little bit of leaf that will often pull out.

gaunt cave
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I don't "with God ringing" in it just like I don't hear the same with 'Pac.
In fact, he's part of the problem.
Rosters of do-gooders who don't boogie.
What'd they say? Hope that they don't look at me.
I'm a roster of angels every block that I shaved.
Since I hit 23, what'd God send? What'd prophetic rend in dark mends with the skies I was wreathing?
Should hold a glock. Hold a chaulk, or-
Should apologetic. Tell them that I look. I look apologetic.
Garter heats block off the chaulk I am spending.
Holding your right with the weapon.
Guarding all 7. Who'd am I wins away with?
Should've hold a gwopped against the man who's so much basement!
Feigns that fancy. Who've arrived? I don't trial the blunted men with the angels!
I might weep there. I MIGHT call the angels.
All that defends against me holds a RIGHT with the chain-vils.
How'd am I? How COOL am I? Against all of that bat. Hold that pretends.
Guys, put your fingers in the air!
I hold pike. I look part of the problem, then, isn't 'e?

Cart machetes in. You tone that right. Well, let's spill out part of the problem, then.
Oh, you look at me?
You look at me?
Partake of this shit.
Drown in the mix I would vibe with mistakes in succession.

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Two minutes. She a menace. I sprocks heed and do mine, go the menace.
There's already too many mistakes of mine, to heed.
Am I in some undertrained? Did I miss skeats with maybe "relapse" or say something, don't hear him.
Mon, I'm deep-fried. Spread your eyes. She's not missing. She's stated she from another surveillance team, spreading these lines:
"I can't bother to tomes in a way." So she spreads 'em. Gives up. These Niles.
You didn't want to be away from me for no more than two minutes?!
Rising mistakes, of Ye.
You try to trade. I gave up these markers.
He's THAT surveillance.
Trap him, why?
Is he throwing up the skies?
If that's not true. Look, I caught him on an island. Who's going to spread marker? Who's going to spread designs behind these lies, then?!
Look, he never miss answers, here.
He wonder if he ever tribed away, and still I'm s'tuttin', muttering up all of these "Hold these hands" and "if he don't whoopass, I'll stays the mar there" and toned there, uttered there, else so-then-where's
"He don't attain nothing up, if me really 'be ugly' here, then..." at least I'll take these children to another marker. How far-ass 'til it just stays.
He's stuck talking this medicine.
He'll never dream, again, of another island.
He'll show them "what" it takes to masterfully inhabit the language of stut'-stuttering me into little human beings until that parks up weight.
How'd that feel? How'd me un-defy them?
Down-in-the-system it gauls, reel lines:
We can Teach English. Dangerous reefs, we can meditate. We can start a gymnastics team.
We can even heap on these. Let's show you how good at left-field I am, when I wanted:

Dreams?!

WHISPERED.

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gold-diggers don't deserve us to drop no jewels
shock more viewers who got no clue
of what the fuck's going on
like hooded robbers who pop those tools
but I digress, switch subjects, get the dialect,
I'm a flick inflicting real pain, no special effects
should I pinch you to wake you up?
try not to flinch? I ache too much,
I'm like that gland that makes you fuck:
I'm up your ass and shake you up
if you try to touch me,
in our lives, we ain't lucky
like massage parlors, things tend to get sucky
can't enjoy joy, people Bogart it like Humphrey
like raw sex, we all want basic needs to come free
grumpy and spiteful, thriving lives stifled
that's why bibles stay close to the heart... To survive rifles
donā€™t mean you hard when I say you hurt like a bitch
Pussies ainā€™t hard to get through, I assert Iā€™m a prick
like diabetics' fingertips, can't judge my thick ignorance
ain't pointing in a jury, but them cunts might get fingered quick
preachers don't see peeps pray for each other's downfall
it's downright defining blameless babies who's now tall

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@last turret You seem to like giving out constructive criticism! What you think 'bout them bars? šŸ˜

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You gotta stick to a consistent rhyme scheme. The first couple lines are kinda choppy jewels and tools rhyme. But everything else doesnā€™t so itā€™s a ABCA type scheme you should carry that on throughout the rap. Thereā€™s good internals on the 5th and 6th line solid punches as well. From lines 9 downward I think a lot of these sexual lines kinda fall flat, and I donā€™t think they would work in a real song. The last couple lines have solid multis down fall and now tall is solid Iā€™m a prick, and ignorance flows well also.

Overall score-5

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@last turret Okay but couldn't it also be said that everything he was saying was spiritual and flowed through you and also, us, also? Nobody giving him a 10 for that. I'll be the first one.
But IN THE REGARDS of whether or not your lines can be manipulated and made better after a long route of rewiring and restamping and tamping your 8 and 8-mile? Sure. You'll be better in a couple years, and that's 1000

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Is he a marine? Is he a marine?
Harping "Schitty Boi".
I get a 'roid. I get appalled. What's your feeling, Rock? You stem, but then pull out. I see your route. It's not because you've got arrogant titties, foo-foo. You came with the trust you throwin'. I'd rather...
Pile up a stick and stick out with 8-feet showing.
I'd rather... pull up a schtick and whistle, out-blowing. You attained that all in the city, boi. It's not your toy. It's not your problem. You filled it all up with eight sheets, blowing anyhow's like your daughter just stood up and clenched her tiny baby muscles in front of the crowd of hustles, and I'll be your instrumental's 'til you're not whispered you're whiskeyed and still a tempt at fate, I'd rather live long trying to find you the next one, then see you in the rabbit, with the bed, with or without "whiskey", you pulled 'em in and gave me a route worth pouting about.

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@zenith nebula
I tempt you. I tempt fate. You wanna know what your problem-
I'm still waiting on this bitch, and she'll even mocassin and throw-in "read tape".
You want to know what's really screwed up? How I changed luck. How I changed them women, with prayers...
I'd say that it's making you think.
You pause for a minute, but you don't even blink.
The Test? Right. The Test? Riot. There's still andrenaline where you blew me codes.
They're all going to stand the test of you. "What'd I do with-" hmm, women?
There's still a parcel where the meat cloves.
There's still a morsel of what's leaving you, and I'm leaving you in detention.
This is how a grown-up White Boy looks. This how a grown-up woman-tamer-and-handler "misc."
They're wrong, in about eight feet, towards you. You growing up in the schitty park. You growing up in the schitty part of town. Those are not your looks. If you still feel defeated, I've got a lot of hope for "sale".
It's squashing two feet. "If you couldn't erase me, try to do what someone else attains for me!"

zenith nebula
# last turret You gotta stick to a consistent rhyme scheme. The first couple lines are kinda c...

Thanks for your honest feedback! But I'm kinda confused with the sexual punches that fall falt: I was obviously referencing to prostate and shit, you consider it meh. But how do I know what's cool and what's average? Let's take this Redman bar for example:
"I bumped into my neighbor Johnny Blaze
Told me there's a bitch up the block who got more cock (cocked) than AK's"
It's considered by many as a great punch. But why's my:
"I'm like that gland that makes you fuck:
I'm up your ass and shake you up
if you try to touch me"
falling flat?

zenith nebula
gaunt cave
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I never offer voices a sadness that'll come average with or without your weapon, singing: "every time I die, there's only goad, there's only God". I better call them, now.
With or without you participating, the gravity of having voices is sapping all of my strengths and leaving only weaknesses.
I faintly hate-walk where he gets televised.
"It's not going to bother you anymore!" snickers
I better kill them at it, although deliberately.
Already my shift is walking through the synth.
I could gnaw at them. Every game.
I could beat the trowels. Beat the robbers.
Gtgt-Pop's against this with a reason crispiness is but a savage and I had it fostered in that I trained that little bitch.
Until the kickstand-

last turret
# zenith nebula Thanks for your honest feedback! But I'm kinda confused with the sexual punches ...

Just to be sure your basically comparing yourself to a prostate

One big difference is the comparisons. Yours is a self comparison while the other is comparing a girl to something.
The other bar has a fully functional double entendre while yours doesnā€™t. Itā€™s just a peculiar simile. ā€œIā€™m like the gland that makes you fuckā€ leads you to think the next line will have some crazy double meaning, but itā€™s just ā€œIā€™m up your ass and shake you up.ā€ Which at best is meaningless and at worst means youā€™re practicing sodomy.

zenith nebula
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Like the doctor examining you :p

gaunt cave
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Little bit.

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I tried to "touch".
I'll say I walked. Truth for sound.
I could get your body for a task-port in "who you in the city? who you in the city, now?'s like I'm wabbling the bank with a fattiness of happiness. Still too dung, slanging everybody in the back and I guess it's fucking average when my typing speeds always matching the MC'ing of this crowd and I don't black it, block it.
Found your walk, so you expect me to constantly levi "switch".

last turret
zenith nebula
gaunt cave
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Matthew Whebell's touching. Matthew Whebell's not going to hold a gravity. I'm depravity. When you're feeling young, stucked up. Put a baddy in the boondocks and watch how everybody-
I'm a sh'eal at shoulders. Shoulders.
Dripping down.
Pull up. "Body" in your face.
Fold the game. Get them dripping. What did everybody in the city want's out now, shining, like I could go the gold and the goal is the same damn time that I'm tripping, except my expressions in the back always following up: "Put a black guy-" and then ended up

last turret
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Idk how I would even reword it to try to make it sound better

gaunt cave
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"I'm up your ass and shake you up if you try to touch me" has to be "all of my soul is do-or-die and if you're begging for any of my attention, I'll stay the game instead of gripping you"'s

zenith nebula
gaunt cave
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Ohh

last turret
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I see I see

gaunt cave
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Mar that posse, you! Showed up, put that patron on everybody. Until everybody's slipping, I'll still be same song: What'd a posse do to the French to have them Creole'd over
I got a mix of shoulders.
I got a mix of tobaggans.
What? What'd you say?
Already it hits me too fake. I put that? Na'aw. I spit bars, out, now.

zenith nebula
# last turret I see I see

Okay, I got another one to make it up to you lol:
Shoot smack, smack each faggot sucks more than a fat leech
or teens thatā€™s promised modeling contracts that quick
mad peeps ask me like a stripper who lacks seats:
Ā« where the fuck your ass is?! Ā»
Wandering off into the wilderness, off to some dark fields,
which hold that of these
from where US cats got more Orange than Garfield

last turret
gaunt cave
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Haha

zenith nebula
gaunt cave
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I'm on the East Coast and I don't even believe in Tupac's work.
To me, Tupac had a great foundation, but because he wasn't interested in "Movements", his scars were envisioned, instead. And he went a little above his paygrade when he tried to start up East and West Coast beefin' in the streets. To me, he utterly fucked himself over with the booze on that one. You heard? AIN'T NO ONE WITH YOUR DRAMA! AIN'T NO ONE WITH YOUR DRAMAS!

last turret
zenith nebula
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I'm comparing US soldiers who got Agent Orange to Garfield's fur color haha

last turret
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Thatā€™s kinda okay a little bit itā€™s niche but it gives a good description of where youā€™re from

zenith nebula
# last turret I ainā€™t even know our soldiers had orange

It was during Vietnam war, US government ordered planes to drop pesticide on the forests so their soldiers could have a tactical advantage. But by inhaling the orange-colored pesticide, them soliders got so fucked, diseases and shit, deformed babies and all

zenith nebula
last turret
gaunt cave
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Like orange would be more like Trump's Skin Color then Agent Orange anyday of the week out here

zenith nebula
zenith nebula
gaunt cave
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We basically alienate all history classes into the sector of our brains that's going to give us better driver-control

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Like history will not impress ANYONE out here, kind of in the same sense that now and forever a white guy who speaks Chinese is not more impressive than, ever, slamming your titties

zenith nebula
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@last turret I'd like to read some bars of you, fam!

zenith nebula
gaunt cave
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Yeah, it's gotten worse. For sure. We're way more interested in solving "Poor in society" than like... Screamo

last turret
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I have alot of disses

zenith nebula
gaunt cave
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Hold on hold on Gris

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You need to address him more like you would a "teacher" or he's not going to stick around

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He's very good. I'd want him back.

zenith nebula
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Okay Teach, enlighten me with knowledge lol

gaunt cave
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WOO!

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+1 to House France!

zenith nebula
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Translation: Thanks blood, French people dig your music šŸ‘

gaunt cave
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It's nice to have a whole country at my back, as I pop, and snooze and unintentionally leave you screaming for the plan, or if it's without the plan, the masterful fell of swooves of the sound. The same sound. You couldn't climb or build, and you know what? Same as trauma. You wasn't leering at co-lenient me. You wasn't swishing when I covered them "Brown". Yeah, I had to go mad. I had to row to heaves them back. And I blew it. Cuz' now, everyone could do it.

zenith nebula
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Mental pictures, draw quick like Shalashaska
Colt Single Action Army go "bakka" at ya,
jump the gun? Fuck that, I'm spinning it,
and outploy all cow-boys after fiddling with it
sadistics' process is to enjoy slow deaths
ask Light from Death Note, boy never showed less
like him or not, but like him, you hate L's
makes you feel like prison vacant space: a dead cell

last turret
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The place I grew up got some evil with in,
Iā€™m from where demons kill then repent for their sins,
Where parents leave grandmothers raising their kin,
Where reds ride in hoods and bring malice with them,
Where you can tell whoā€™s a wolf by the width of their grin,

Iā€™m talking bout the streets,
Where peoples pops in jail or deceased,
Where gunshots were your lullaby to sleep,
You canā€™t tell me this not deep,
Cause I seen people lost up in these streets,
Sunken eyes I sit and watch their souls deplete,

I think that could be me,
Cause once upon a time they was a teen,
With dreams but no way that they could succeed,

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This one of my more recent ones

zenith nebula
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Where you grew up at?

last turret
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Mans hands are rough from working,
womenā€™s hands are rough as well,
This life we live is tough as hell,
Can even crack the toughest shell,
Most clothes we have are second hand,
And life moves fast like second hands,
When failure calls your second plan,
And you think you canā€™t meet these demands,
When it gets hard to breath,
I offer my apologies,
For all the worlds atrocities,
Impoverished while thereā€™s billionaire monopolies,
And orchards filled with money tress,
I pray evil always bleed,
I hope they fall and never rise,
Man and womenā€™s hands are used to keep them up,
We all are hypnotized,

last turret
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Idk if you know the cities and stuff

zenith nebula
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Which city? Jacksonville? Miami? Orlando?

last turret
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Oh well I live in Miami

zenith nebula
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Reminds me of Ludacris - Area Codes

last turret
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Do you live in France

zenith nebula
last turret
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Whatā€™s it like living there

zenith nebula
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Criminality is present but less violent than the US (we ain't got no guns, except drug dealers from the real dangerous hoods, but guns are still rare, kinda similar to the UK)

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And overall, life is easier I think, thanks to free healthcare, college is accessible, nobody's in debt

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the unemployed get paid during 2 years until they find a job again

zenith nebula
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"Can even crack the toughest shell" is it also a hint at crack-dealing?

gaunt cave
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@last turret
I'm sensing that your government is hell.
You, too. Her, too. Sometimes displaying this name harms the way I'm plannin' to one day be on top of the pop and so, with or without, I'll chase them guns.
Got one life, and so I dressed up. Showed it to the other. Gave it love. Told them, have one stamped back.
Have another... Mm. Like it's rolling dis' sync in the same "delicious" i taste so fried on top of my dick, and so I drop it a little masturbation for the hater.
Trolled that Ghost-Leaf and tried to stain a meal.
But you a meal. And I'm only part-time.
You slowly sang your angels over.
Crazily.
Like a past mistake I didn't know you mesmerized.

zenith nebula
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ain't a probā€™ to sock you like a naked foot,
plus, I'm ten toes down to boot your ass, lace it fool
I tag along to tag schools, pack bats to bash fools
make baseheads run like they tag up, we bad news
and act cruel, take the shine off you like we bag jewels
what's cool? Are we stars or just some bad jews?
We fool fags, do cool tags, you knew that?
Life's a crap shoot, that's why guys grab deuc-
-es and shoot crap, we fucking rude kids,
like chomos going anal on brats, true shit,
the type we make you puke with

gaunt cave
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Watch, it's gotta be this quick:
How I chase you to your soul.
Your feeling, it's great lines, but you wouldn't have a back marked "hence."
I cut 'em up. Little shoulder-lines. Little shoulder-lines.
You would've dreamt it.

Take away all of the bodies, and the skirt still hurts.
You want to drip away a body?
With or without the everybody that everyone is staineth whats? Wants? Greed? No Greed? I see lines, I grave lines. I take lives and vines all in one hand. I stay close to your prostate exam. I fillt the gloves all up in my hands with coverages of you and still stuck up by what the man don't fly, don't fry him's until that ceiling is literally all the dots.
You wanted blocks. I wanted blocked. You wanted Hell? I raise them shelves all by myself.
You pulled up with a quick livid. I stoled mine. I sold mine. Now my whole trash it to scream you by and won't hell-raise just like I'm a parked-parked laser. With a phaser. The tame of time should be his right.
The fails. They don't feel like taking flight, but ho, well:
Flays and trials should have been ripped with both diseases.
My mind is the imprisonment of having "buying you thangs" with "so stained, I don't change with money".
My only one feet is why I flied wide

zenith nebula
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Not bad! Once again, there's some slangs and wordplay I didn't quite catch, but the flow is smooth

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Check this out:
a light feeling of bitterness
like I ain't never felt no blessings or the bliss of sex
if you're ever sick of cess
Got that good shit that makes you beat yo' chest
check yourself not to wreck yourself, so keep yo' vest on
and squeeze when pressed, I breeze and best
cold words like police when they freeze yoā€™ breath
Me? No rest, like I need mo' stress, my deeds so great
get more pissed than the rich who leak Moet
in retrospect, when push comes to shove,
I shove and push like a big plump bully,
dudes? Lots is wuss, plus, rules can't school me,
I'm forever loyal to being unruly
you a ugly Sloth, come run with a dumb Goonie!
"Little vicious bitches looking for fun? Choose me!"
wrote this on the 'net as a young and dumb newbie
Cool C with a uzi couldn't get as loosey-goosey as me
let you smoothly drink in my smoothie-ass speech. Happy?
Hate all the shit on the planet,
fuck life and rape the dead in they caskets
flip your body like gymnastics
you play the part, you bitch actress,
escape my art? I'm the taxes,
track your ass down with my radar cause I'm batshit
fight me? It's like lightning a flame on all matches
get cremated to ashes
serial killing like Heinrich Himmler,
other words, I am H. H., holmes (H. H. Holmes)
bad to the bone, grabbing the chrome, blasting a dome
like Homer Simpson, got the bomb,
this deserves a flick, pass me the phone,
gotta sell the script to flip it, I'm livid with it

gaunt cave
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When I was six, I was the only white kid in my neighb-y.
I trusted none other. I trust them soundly.
They're still around me.
I bent to them and arranged the feeling of mistakes that it touches to me.
I don't want to have no fight.
My right. Is why I bide 'to hate' from out my memory-relapses.
When there's something other than me, in me, I'm down to trust those thangs.
I pulled up, mezmerized out of a Jeeper.
Touched it, too. You want to know anybody like this?
When I was ten, I approached them with the program and exclaimed at every giggle.
I turned up, warmed up, and stripped to the 9 to 4 that I wasn't even in.
Joined the military. Any "Privates" here? I should've been found.
They're all cooperating, now. They're all: "cannot"'s until I'm dripping: This over.
Developed Schizophrenia. Everything was coming loose. Everything differentiated between what exists and slums existence panted down a 9'4 dripping with the hem-sleeves off-the-beat but if I'm a magical dragon, I'll be wearing all your wishes, and then "bitches".
Got kicked out. Got jacked up off the curb. What did you learn? I learned "all of this shit" was having me a skating-rink. Reported it, correctly. Red-flagged in the system. The system's management will really cauldron or out-cauldron another smearing rings?
I don't know. I fight out. I don't know why. I just flight out. You wasn't for me. And you wasn't scared?!?
How'd that tame me now?! I dream it "louder and prouder" until that hint in me is having a hit this shifted into this system with an ounce to call all the alcohol and weed I've been drinking just to get this cupped stain off each breast. You would've fulled-out, and that's not cool. Because any time you been clowning me, I've been mesmerizing by five things. Or four. Don't quit your livin'.
Took me this long to touch a stranger up. And so it sucks. I got this cuck'd. I won up with the sophistication of having all "ants will walk" slamming down my throat.

zenith nebula
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HAHA

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Give me a beat

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Taking a walk with my old friend
never gassed me up like propane
went through so much manure,
flow maneuvered it to obtain
methane I mustered as my shithead energy
my thunder dome strikes 'em dead, begets the felonies
which beset my enemies, regret screams is melodies
to my ears, hell of peers better fear,
because a straight up beheader's here to sever queers!
Plus I'm Mad to the Max,
feel a massive attack as your ass getting lashed
and the track is my slave cause I master the craft
damn, I whack your bent wack ass with my MC hammer
shank you with the pen, nail it with the deadly grammar
ain't under your skin, just hassle it like a tanner
make your fag ass sprint, like an overbearing trainer
man, you went missing, like human trafficking
rap to kill, quick when Iā€™m attacking
nobody know where the fuck is body, ho
like sex slaves bunched in a container
cut-throat to the utmost, escaped me? Your luck made ya,
I suppose, you can say it was a close shave, bruh
but, um, homes, to get cream, you best stay sharp as the RZA
my gab's a gift to barbershops,
Cedric the Entertainer,
feed your mind my thoughts
cause you're motherfucking fainter
than the faint of heart
and a bunch of scrawny sluts' placentas
yuck! I spent a good amount of my self-centered
existence as a death sentence
wishing life dealt me less lemons
squeezed in eyes, I saw red and thus
beat the living shit out of my weakness
a dickless piece of shit ain't a living I aimed to
own, balls can't shrink any more smaller like it's winter
Lone ranger just needed Tonto to guide him
provoking authority like schools and po-po don't like him

gaunt cave
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Think of the Bible. What would the Bible Speaketh?
Get rid of my jeans. Get rid of them. I would fully piked out. I bringeth.
My mind is over the scenic. I'm guessing the reapers gettin' rippin'. The feeling could've crawl't out 'em with this written. My mind is shittin' over this vision. Divisions of men who don't want it. Divisions of women who scream in their nails and go: "Pocahontus".
A mile to the lake. A mile to the lair. I wasn't fair.
I could've brought you all to the government by now, what?
I could've put you in to some betterment.
I could cool out and rule out another tapegun but your electric is having me do somethin'.
iRugged, the chase of which who will sounds out the government?
The rulebook. What's crying, then?
All of you awkward hos can see me. I even pretends I'm off of this escalating to where no one will take me. Like extra, daily? I'dve ripped into your rhythms. I would've come out with the true in all of your rubrics. Do with it what you will with me. I hate the tape. I will pawn out.
I hand them out like another vision of grapeseeds missing, handed all out of your taste-buds!
'Cuz that's the way the man who designed them would breathe.
'Cuz that's why the foul, now, is who's Adam and Eve.
'Cuz that's why. 'Cuz that's why's the marker with who will men the men into a century!
The few. The cho' who let me!
You wouldn't crash it? I'm stating the mile-an-hour he wants. He watches with the ape tooled out. Who's having this humor?
I'll go whichever whichway whom-whom loved?
I'll stay the God, the daughter, the pawn in whoever will lent me.
You stay a disguise. I just rape the ape on pawn-the-hours 'til whatever God saved will never let me one!

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Let's be honest, We're not 100% of the participants inside ourselves. Let's hear our brain. It will come change. Let's get out and tone it. Don't want anybody steering our robbers except me and I'm the painter, won the painter, will the painter and be done, ain't it?!
Reading about you. I can't chill. There's someone listening.
There's gnawed where it's at. If I can't proceed with these, in chains?
Well, let's keep all there. Let's be about them. iSilence still do what when everybody runs silenth?

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How am I dark, incarcerated?
You know when you won? that's darker, ain't it?
I'll be that shame that he wants.
Inside of these ponts. Inside of these fonts. INCARCERATED?!
That's right, you would rather have me, screaming?
I'm a dark angel, with ark piled-high, and when I am, I'd rather be
Mistaking Queen
The Stakes would Lead
DON'T RISE ANOTHER MISTAKES IN ME
I toned the faggot. I'll never be "THAT GUY"
And toned out, width
That whole shown out, shit
You know which way it'll never leave?
EVERYONE! This over.
You would rather do bleat that.
I would rather bleed that.
You won't REMEMBER me!
YOU KNOW LAST NOTE WHERE DECEMBER, I'd be?
You try to walk.
You try to choke.
Which 'CEMBER? I'd deliver blit-center where go out it, I'd go out.
And with it, I'd becameth, I'd be switching all the way over if you wasn't a stayed I wouldn't listened
Don't worry. That way: "I don't know what cameover me" exchanges with wisdom.
I'll probably all ya'll mistakes:
Along it, I'd be
Causing your weight with some stranger to shift sideways.
Don't trust me, you'll be hearing me say my name with China-things
I didn't know which criss'dover would hit throatme in the party with a body.
Don't overattain me! Overyelled "Somebody!" - Anybody but me.

gaunt cave
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You're all a Kool-Koala. How come nobody bit me sideways? That's all I be nearing out of your check. You glance all out of respect. I don't hate "hide". You run and seek. I'm throwing you in desert you never run cheek. It's past your oil. It's past your savory.

There's rhymes each time I glance. I smother all your answers. Don't develop "all day", I'll develop "what I can send" with any dumb answers. If you only knew your anthems.

Dat-dat-dat-dat-data would cover your rings, would smother your hair, would cover your vaginas, would glow all the way! You wouldn't know. I wasn't slared. By the way, papa hates hair! Their YOUR fancy.

Dat-dat-dat-dat-data. I bit that on a lake. My whole answer to your environment's somewhere out there.

Lots of tonnage. Lots of evil.

You can't squibble 'bout me.
Why? I'll rather develop spread on the Nile! haha
The Nile River! Yeah.

Look Bad! They're mons-degree. An evil MONSTER! They're "developed left more" never left "I developed a 10-mon streak!!"

That's grrr-ight!
That's never minx tables. That's your real tab.
How I felt about that surely developed a never-minx'd tab.
They're boulders...

gaunt cave
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That's what I send 'bout him. I can't do high. I can do problems.
You're not going to say about what that weenie did? I stake that. I promise.
Shoulders up with shoulders knowing. Who would deliver a queer lance everywhere that dude dances?
I paint his trial. I paint his rhythm. Everything you said about me could be true. I trust the justice system. They can't try and I can't bark back. The emperor said he started on some average. What'd he feel about that?
What'd he feel? Them?
He couldn't often question them?
He's rude. Get off his pill?
The way I felt about him could've developed up, my guy. I feel about them. I can't do little. I knew about that. I feel my dream get dreamt up and when he starts to slay about that, I stay, that spire barked back.
ill-distributor with a wake I fart back.
He's cool with the way he kills them. He's too far back. He's never left out 'em, and that's my problem.
The way you feel, killa, can then bark back.
The way your scratching your fuel injects me with venom. The state that you say this is just known as Southward. I can bark that. I CAN'T bark that. I'm THAT high. I can foil any dark plan.

last turret
tender coral
last turret
tender coral
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They're too trash to be written.

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No offense.

gaunt cave
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Nice One!

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Whatsup XN

tender coral
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Nothing. Good to know you're not a bot. But you do seem suspicious.

gaunt cave
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Na'ah. I just practice the way that I'm livin'.

tender coral
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Alr.

gaunt cave
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YO XN i got a question

tender coral
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What is it?

gaunt cave
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How much would I have to pay you to fly all over France and spit out ONE cadence all over it? Just in theory. Be pragmatic. As always.

zenith nebula
#

When shit's lame and the fun stops
pain's the same as gunshots in the gumdrops
Bread, cheese, cake locked in like a lunch box
go where the wind blows although I suck not
I'll watch those cunts rot like menopause, I suppose
flow's so wet, hydrates you pussies like cumshots
picture what I get to make out like happy kissing
put a cock in it and stop bitching, that is fiction
daddy's fixing to be spitting this Jackie Gleason:
"Why I oughta be sticking the dick in your kisser!" You just listen
you will swear them bars sent me to prison
for sport, olā€™ Big Foot crush tight clits (cleats)
pussies is grass and surely get run by pricks
either front or rear cheeks,
they always get the drill! Gotta eat it, shit it to dig it,
my special skill, peeps get quick sick of it,
such a dreadful thrill, suspenseful pencil's ill,
an issue sim-ilar to successful sex appeal-
ing AIDS-carriers,
shit only gets scarier
utterly delirious, fuck up all the barriers,
ain't nothing mysterious to birds: words fly cause I flex the quill

tender coral
gaunt cave
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$20,000 or $50,000 on top of all hotel-expenses and food and ummm... entertainment

tender coral
#

Ig.

zenith nebula
#

What y'all like and dislike 'bout my shit, just to know?

tender coral
gaunt cave
#

Do rap more and he'll get that. Cuz' that all designed based on how his prowess is in establishing a routine with the men, with the women, with the children, with the whites, with the blacks, with the Asians. If he believes more in the SPIRIT of rap, it'll give him a good pass-time
BUT IF HE SHOWED UP WITH WHAT YOU WANTED, THEN I GUESS IT'S WHAT YOU GOT

last turret
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And just to say bars donā€™t gotta be about sex of guns

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Even though gun bars are extremely common

zenith nebula
last turret
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I think the best bars are come from something that you actually went through

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Or you can use pop culture

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Science even

gaunt cave
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BUT WHAT WE NEED MORE OF is problems with the brain

zenith nebula
zenith nebula
#

Since Biggie - Hypnotize reached my headphones
at fourteen years old, on my brand new cellphone
never cared about jewels, Hip-Hop's been my gemstone
back then, I didn't know about Biggie's headstone
no one reached out, no phone signal, deadzone
till blood seeked out a friend and taught me to get grown
helped homes so many times with projects,
from thermite to spray-paint, to do-it-yourself concepts
the firm fights, plots to create a group and other nonsense
works in progress that never began to begin with
all we wanted was to recruit life-to-death soldiers
bold enough to join us on our trips
and catch us quick if we was to fall
just like we'da got their backs if our backs was against the wall
represent the small ones who are in thrall
to school and absolutely do not feel a bit enthralled
acted a retard, thus homeboy had to discipline me
needed to be hard, but always behaved unseemingly
that's why he couldn't feel me everytime he tried to fill me
in on how not to be a happy fool in all my magnitude
we in a crappy school, my brain needs stimulation, dude
"That don't make you show people I'm friends with a dumbass lewd
decency-free mentally handicapped loser"
Yeah, but you know how it is, beggars can't be detached choosers
no one forced you to hang with me
so don't act like you're stuck with me
you need an ally, I came handily
we in the same boat, trust me B,

#

I would never betray you or play you for free
just to please normies who don't even give a fuck about me
contrarily to you who throw me under the bus and cuss me out,
rip on me for being weak and always gotta fuck me out
of my dignity and let guys know you're ashamed of our friendship
"Be in my shoes, you'll see how fun it is to be desperate
can't befriend shit, only allowed to get the stick's shit end
you refuse to learn the ropes? I box my dipstick friend
all the time my back perspired when watching you do your antiques
recess times are never-ending ordeals, that pain, shit!"
Then I changed school,
at last, no more ball and chain, my fam's cool
more sure-footed for sure, his is light, damn school
still on his back

gaunt cave
#

I once had your one drac' heatin'.
Gonna lay? You're gonna explain? They're off the one-track, heatin' me.
I might've popped the drugs out by the carton.
Alladain Allasan.
Out of sync? That's because your hard-earned, owed, one-track, has a mighty way of beating u!
Take it off the block. I never rinse. I never miss a told public outcry as loud as whiny-ass soul with a spirit that's got a one-track beating u!
You're out of heeds. My rank is why I'm defeating you thus.
You won "in the first place" way before the metal started agreeing with you.
They're out of twists. How it turns. You're going to learn how you needed me.
Asta La Vista! Reaching you without the money you giving me feels like a like I tried unsubscribing from, right away!
You're not daughtering my money?!? That has a one heart. You're okay. Papi defeated you this way.
Freestyling with you is making me feel some way, already.
You're out of this skiff! You're adam and eve, even Steve would laugh gun away.
I can't miss these.
Too priceless!
Sheers have a way of shunning away that valley of tricks.
You're stuck.
Having bitched, I'd try to quit your daddy of ways past your bedtime!
Study you? I'd rather be handled away with quips.

zenith nebula
#

What you think @last turret and @tender coral ?

tender coral
zenith nebula
gaunt cave
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You know what I said. Still, I gotta put my scene on.
I'm the worst man you could ever learn off of.
I wasn't dropping bands. Wasn't approaching, clearfully.
You know what? Let's dropped et ten-fold.
It goes: "Matt, be clear you little bitch! It's no wonder I can't just agree with you. Cheer gleefully at you. Weird with you."
And you know what, holy South Park?
You find nothing to agree with, since you, you know:
Never fucking did anything.
Never stood anything.
I'll approach that weirdly and powerfully, put and.
There's nowhere really powerful with you.
And still I hear those marks..
"Powerfully"
And
"Really powerfully to you" in such a rubber-band, it's cased in ce-what?
You drop that. How's career sound? What, when feeling walking? Cheering at you, still you're such a stuttering evil snit' and "I can't kill them in the ways, faster" will feel about holding you, dripping....

"DEADLY WEAPON, WHAT??!!"
We got nothing to talk about, and since I wasn't finished, you wasn't femish.

rugged condor
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(I've been thinking far to much most of the time. Mostly demon screams and painful memories that I'm used to by now so I don't mind.rap schemes that tend to get confusing so rappers decifer them over time. Feeling like the black sheep never been one for authority controlling my mind. Thoughts of hitting rewind, going back and changing the horrible outcomes that have occurred in my life. Dreams sometimes are he'll but through the torture, I feel safer and some sort of piece inside,some sort of comfort, just to wake up and realize the hell was just a memory and life has moved on and that hell were I found Comfort is no longer with me it's gone.)

#

I don't write well I figured I would try one šŸ« šŸ«”

last turret
# zenith nebula Since Biggie - Hypnotize reached my headphones at fourteen years old, on my bran...

Itā€™s hard to keep attention with longer written so I recommend a really strong opener. This one isnā€™t bad it gives us an idea of what weā€™re gonna get into. Overall though itā€™s kinda all over the place. Thatā€™s makes sense cause itā€™s about your life, but in the future focus on a certain aspect. If you start by talking about the first time you listened to hip-hop. Your written should be about that and how it affected you.

zenith nebula
gaunt cave
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AK-47. That the way you need to Heaven. I'll mix over top. You're like: "Is anybody dressed up?"
Should've pulled up with your vest up. Design the mile and breathe. Copperheads do that 'til they say someone sent down to recruit us.
Abrams Tank, new Navy. Papa's way to screw me. Faced with your lop, I lopped up lots of stuff. I'll rather chase mine before you pop a top and screw beef.
What am I runnin'? You're filled with a culture-band. You're filled with a culture. It's funny.
Time it'd take to scrounge up from you humor all it takes to take over the United States? Hmm. Funny 'til someone says it, but does it land? I might MULE certain drinks. I might cover lots of scrap. Yard in this bit'.
Quit chasing phones. Quit chasing mine.
Buy me an Abram's Tank and you're like: "Be mine." I'll run the wild-wild race. There's too many fast targets. Who schmelled me? WHO taste'? Who taste my all with a muck of innocent, chased down all too money.
M4A1. Every boy's playgun. I pray, pretend.
You're obviously full of sleep. Every walk. It's like a whole new country. Don't push that shit in front of me. I'm comin' at miles-an-hour with a too-faced I embraced when I braced time.
Your daughters holding out two shits for me.
"Sergeant, which money will it launder? Which money will it foresee it true, Blood? The ray beset don't tone the way we sit until it's firstly, all funneled out, into my first-grade"
Nuclear submarines. All I want are nuclear submarines. Give them away to all of Africa while I get down on my knees.

gaunt cave
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In the bathroom, pot ringing. I don't need it. Please defeating this. I looked out different reasons. It's time to play the hench guy. All that you can defend guy. You wanted a new land?
I'mma be the pop ringing. In the liquor store, the stop's ringing. I'm really incoherent. How come your pencils don't put fear in it?
Oh! That is what I woe! Everything is ringing, but it stop's ringing.
I'mma be the staw in don't put rock in this. I'd rather left this at metropolis. Everything you stopping, putting on my bucket-list.
You push in for the magic. Every time, it's: "let's put this over his head."
A little dance will shock. Every one around looked hard and then the shoppe exchanges breathin'.
I don't fear nothing. How come you don't hear that?
I'm the biggest waster you put in this place!
Mace your face. Loud or hourly, left out. Bringing hate upon the recesses of your brain, I'm Jimmying.
I don't feel none Bach had us in. I would really surprised I hit your bophead and I'm breathin' "Ya" straight all up down on your back.
Everything he's sangin' whack!
I'mma be the bap-dealer, drug-dealer, passing everyone around.
Way before the sound was sittin'

gaunt cave
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Na'ah, that "guessin' it's just me". Haha. Gay, that didn't lack, a country-two: "weenie where it's at".
Weenies. Weenies. Oh, no. I guess. "Weenies" hitting every apple-bottom. They're guessing meanings every way that you slay it. By the time, that left me undefeated, I've been literally skating your cones, aligning your lines.
Boot boot.
I've been chasing all of ya'll colors. It's not going to hit the same liquor system, diseased, I'd design it this way, over "this the way I am" getting me squeaky, lessening the listening, but I want to overbear and repeat it undying on the phone onto something 'men'. Something whisked could explain it to you, but I've been over every deep corner with an inching line that don't mark time, everywhere I am, with or without everybody else's luck, can I DOOKOO that with a display of an elevating everybody wanted on their brain following me when I am the listening standing one. Don't know L-E-L-O so I'm getting all the way by, I am. Following you Christians. Donning every little wonner mistake on you 'til I fill this ocean bloom, feel this ocean move, and I swoon everybody I mixed, away. Don't need anybody do me. Don't need anybody blat'-
Doot-Doot Schitlist when I go "everyone away" and it's "heaven you oughtta know" getting this magician eerily screaming in your hair: "I don't want to know when and where", "Oh, I literally don't know history", "got this soda", and "which eye, you know?"
Get him full of his wish-lists and though I pretend I don't ate I'll rather be killing everybody in the monkey-scene with a screening the ashed you oughtta I know when it's over in September, don't know anybody where this is going to get in it and I do what I will do with a baseball bat. With a baseball bat. When his face doth slap.

gaunt cave
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If I could talk about this 'blood' I've got through 8 piled lines, I've been.
A worst mile-an-hour then the rest of the motherfucking Earth. Taking care of them children, while I stay unlucky.
I don't know. I guess they've been allowed a hope. In the lines, it's been. I guess, let's pretend.
The children, they show up. It's hard to walk away from the drip I flows.
I know Dad hated those.
I couldn't be along with you, along the wartimes, I've been fine, but I've been flied about some time between 20 years ago and just now, I've been all over the world and I'd dyed.
Your pant up struming strings. Mad out different reasons. You couldn't out-deceive them, and I've been talked about it sometimes. I need a weather, overdangerous, than the storm I knew in times when we were all supposed to do what we designed. Arms swinging. My eyes lead them. A thousand years from now, it'd just as, seems. It'd mean, to be, with the design of, just one man, until the end.
Long before those toilet play, I'll be all-war with or without the same damn times that I've been high and just as strong across the floors with the chest sown in with the decoration of an insignia the skies of which it seems, seems, way too absolved, and I just wanted lent in, because I weigh in it.
You're dropped towards the explosion. The same ocean. The courage ways wouldn't have displayed it. Is it taking too much time?
I'mma poison the same damned song with it, anyways. Anyhow, you'll guess his learning.

gaunt cave
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BOYBOY DON'T NO NOTHING-- I'M A STRONGPOINT.
You ain't put your blot-in-numbers and I don't heap out, out of a lazy tundra.
You know those real n-words follow me. I'm stand "obese" and each situation that I gotta get you out of raining on me by the tons of the hours. You ain't know. Where.
You ain't know power.
40-walking-out-of-your-way. 40-kicking-your-stars-along-which-pile-of-them-I'mma-be-driving.
When-I'm-steering-you-lonely, all-of-the, know, all-of-the, all-of-the-way.
Ain't leaping down, because right then you wasn' even bluffing.
You don't know you. You don't know 'E. You don't know me. You would've came from nothing.
Still I fill out all of our dishes-soap. All of our muffins.
You ain't know that it's down to be gettin' televised everywhere where you wasn't alone, and you ain't betting down on it or anything.
On it like a deserted eag' in a desert. Latched down all the way and out of the cave.
You would've fully-ashamed you. You would've literally put-to-shame Earth.
Let's give them all a last hand, and...
You know this way, there's down on you.
You're feeling them, nothing.
You're feeling them O-rings.
You're feeling them trap.
It's a levit' if I ever mixed half.
And down in their spirit, oh, there's a natural energy. Will it be rewinding every time I'd drill it up with some sci'?

gaunt cave
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I support my bible, I'd say, unless a motherfucker hits me in the march. My medicine, I should say, just let him poster. If he's shredded at anything, I'd say, I'd submits, I'd hit him in, again.
With or without "whatever ya'll say". It's gonna be my puck. I'd say "I'm the opposite".
There's some amazing shit out there. I'll say it, again.
It doesn't matter how many men out here hits you, it's going to on-measure you, bobble-head.
I'd say "that magician...". That's deep!
I didn't know anything.
There's something wrong. There's something right. Let's talk about it right now, ho:
When: "...if that's your daughter's history" single-messages you.
When: "...well, don't sallow me, pride."...
hurtful again,
that's that knead-y shit, fucks you.
We're often, comparatively, out-competed.
And that's what that heifer said:0 "right meow!"
You know how many dead animals? I hike.
What's nettled with the daisies?

gaunt cave
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I must imbibe.
I must be wrong. Had rifles, none belonging to anybody.
Now what we do, is ever.
It's hard when I have won, but with the only hovely heart.
It's as if I liked having anything wrong.
Their "if life" turned me into a little bit of a timid little shrivid eigth grader. Everything if it could rip, it goes: "if the shoe fits" and then smoked it right up. In here with everybody, everyone is running just like an elevator. Escalatin' too high? Well then- That just might've snatched up your only microbe.
Shits if shits could-
Shits if shifts could
[and all he could ever do...} could iron
"They're not talking about our englis'. They're not talking about how high up that heaven could only if ever attain in me"
Feel all of his Good. Meat-high. I don't missing. I don't hiss stats. If only ever read on the way high up-
They're all Shredded Up. They're all in love with me's
Fangs pour all the way,
there's only mistakes, in the wastes, of having me both cudgeled.
They're flayed. They only flayed. They're often of a man. They're being designed. If so, if so, not often.
They brayed. They brayed. Endo. Marks me in. Known whatever you do, we'll go do, that's the way. In sigh. Is 'left evident' ever in the way if I defied, often?
"You're missing creme brulee from your repertoire."
You know, straight inhabitants, mate, mess, I've, known, that tolerate.
You're not going to mess in That's empire. whoos-that
Miss that.
When we're Good, We're going to be in the Back. Messing up all of the involuntary answers that poets everywhere are now shredding...
Am I a Wizard...
Then if that...
Then if that... weez that
Skips all your heads. Oh, y'oy, all your little hands. In this hints, if graph: Discord Service Man Made In Plentihood.
Oh, if I only hold "plentihood"...
You know if that
If they
made...
Any of your roller coaster ride a literally "flayed" in that "if that's..."

gaunt cave
#

Governmental Trials In The Man If State Missing
Government A Tribe. We War. We Are Like "We Alike" and Probably Stuck A War On Your Trial.
You Papa. You Makes. Evil You. Away, You.
Heap Out All The Mistaken Me's A Powerful Little Chub.
"How Powerful Are-you" should harp a problem. Me Trials. Me Like. Evil The Problem Stands.
Even The Trowels, They Out, missing the powerful little pup. Pup'll make Even Evil Little Trowel Lit Powerfully Artful.
Never Had A Problem. Suffering.
Even Steven Seagull when he's out.
Heave All the Powerful People who'll make a mess out of astonishing the drought in hey, he misses how powerful he's became.
He came.
He swam.
"And he-"
He'll Miss Trowels About Child Molesters.
It breaks even home. If missing. Heap out the Priar. Problem: Pull out eight dozen people.
Even he'll marks.
Forever doesn't huff in. Nothing forever. Faster than "we pulled in all of eight dozen people"
He's only flewn.
He knew.
Geep!
...Then Know: If No
Gone and Forever Mixed In Irony.
That's Steep Out of People, he moaned and wheezed out of each of his own old nostrils.
Blame All the Children. We're Grew. We're Grilled. We're like: "Stay 'bout this Violence"
"Stay if this moaned"
He'll Pale out of All Ate-Up.
Wouldn' You. Shouldn' You.

gaunt cave
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Off the rapper' scale, too many revolutions and the djit gon' fail. Always the gravity in me states: "You'll never escape" and ever escapes the stats on whether ape gon' play safe, will pop you in your ear.
I'm always starting on: "I'll save one's".
No matter where this is goin', you'd back your ape before "knowin'".
The saddest rapper. In me, states....
The bargain and the leverage that is omni in me...
Is the saddest fucking weight upon this richter scale.
If "back them up" end up dead, if it goins missing...
Sixth senses.
All of that President.
All of that: "it states".
It's trying to burglar that.
It's trying to burglar out of me.
You know it's crying. Upon it's skates, it knows it never started in another eerie dimension.... thingy.
Hahahahahaha.

gaunt cave
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"I'm..."
{does the poppin'. You're squarin'. It's not going to keep me along. It's not gon' end up where the heartrate is}
"...not the doofus."
"I'm..."
Not gon' true, new to this. If it's in that "your" potion...
Less, anyways... {enemies. Here. I'm not gon' teach you rappers how to pop along and rap it "without plots, traps, or disguised tricks"}
I'm not gon' embralize in your sentence.
If defeated, if that way's the weapon. NOW!!
If Dat'll, leave, thun-twold
If that release.
Upper-stairs. The only stares. The only where is he know now.
If that's pretty useful. Usefulness disguised me.
It's not going to be underwear. Unaware.
It's shrieking. What this skies need?
It's not going to see you alone in here, anyhow.
Anywhere.
There is a stone temple.
I'll bring you down.
Unawares. It oft' compares.
It's slares in disguised meant to bring you the construction temple straight through to your skull.
if it's in the walls
if it's in the unawares
Any surprises?!?
should be shrieking to you, unawares
You're unaware? Troweled.
They're all dunk. Dunk can keep you. How many guys are unaware, now?
They're all going to bodily thank you for keeping me unawares somewhere down here, down tomorrow, I'm here, as always, oh, left you down? How many times am I going to keep these lines and memorize them?

gaunt cave
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Shits, havin' me. It's all it took. Gravitate away. Feces on top of backwards. In dec', have the decency. It tunneled me in ways. Children raised by a handbook feast on top of graves. In dec', like the decency. At least have the look. Stop mumbling power at them in nowadays it parlors away at your head. At feast, lean in dystrophy. It's taught by non' - Your Uncle. Don't walk in away at me. Feasts fasteners. How down it look at your grade. It's the king. The king of- a Never 'Cuz- Answer. The king's having in me the highest grade. It took upon ye. That's faster grade. I tried to anticipate, but if he'd left the book here, that's because MY Line-of-Kings is faster upon a grade. It beats a nuncle I never could've had. It beats a problem a powerfuller Uncle once never grabbed. IN ME! There's a faster grade upon "Once I beat his knup'-ass".

tender coral
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I'm the MVP.
That means to be the Malevolent Vacater of Pussies, because they are irrelevant to the main player and would-be fake benevolent true king of all these useless fucking rookies.
Don't test me if you don't want a sword to your testies and I bet that even if you did then you really couldn't best me or even my successor. This is all because my enemies are lesser than the ones I am teaching. I hope my message's reaching your brain to be processed and received as psychological pain.

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<@&952533078407012434>

gaunt cave
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Hi, excuse me.
Hi, how you doin'?
I just run off of the top of congratulating you for joining your crew.
You stay here?
Oh, and you stay near?

Well... Then how the fuck are you confused?
You're a lord.
You don't want to mix machine with yourself?
You don't want to have a taste of WHAT CHASING THE GOVERNMENT does?
Here, have a taste of them, right now you little POPPED UP WOULDN'T HAVE WALKED UP WITHOUT SOME OF THAT.
Enough. Rendit' that shit, here.
All of my audience know I'm slaying some want? Some GOAT?!
I'm coming with REAL KNOCKERS COMING OUT FOR THE REALER REASONS
IS IT CUZ'?/IS IT JUST CUZ'?!
You feel that lean? I feed them 'machine', then hold out what I want. I goat!
Told them to leave me in everybody's behind like I'm FUN NOW!
YOU WANT TO KNOW HOW THEM REALER BALLISTICS REALLY BUST?! I POP.

gaunt cave
#

I'll walk up to 'Pac, kiss him, go in near and tell him: "everybody's home" before I wrought a path of my own choosing, through my destiny until what stars I see are on his.

I'll have a God, I promised you that....

Donald Trump.
It starts...

If in tongued, that is in messages.
Don't cool your art. Don't know along with that.
If in poverty, you haven't swaying.
If it's in the sholves, I'll put my answer like that.

Still I be out cool in Real Music.

As soon as you danced away, that is the song that hath starts.

twilit lava
#

see these niggas ainā€™t listening
iā€™m kickin in
the message but they missin it
they on that dismissive shit
but i speak with umph, so they canā€™t dismiss this kid
iā€™ve always been shinin, but i canā€™t get too lit
cuz when the time come, i gotta get it in
how can i make it? i refuse to build a life around flippin bricks
or start the scammin tricks
i gotta get these regents in
cuz in the recent years
i been losin my shit, sparkin the fifth

gaunt cave
#

"I refuse to build a life around flippin' bricks"...
What do you want me to say?
"I don't blame you"?
When there's kills, I'm dripping.
I suppose if you knew what-what to say, you'd have somebody else's brain on that stain, non-'lentlessly.
In that "refuse", you accost me. All: "what I'm about to say.."

Is it tempting? Is it 'needlessly'?

You see, when my spirit's high, right here, I kick in: "all the doors".
Nobody's going to tell me they respect them.
Nobody's going to tell me how tempting this shit is.

'Cuz when you: "...when me", I don't tempt or forget that: "What you say?"
It's either going to be all in my brains, now, or am I tempting something different?
On "wrecked it". On: "we're turning back", all-in.
We're all-in.
You... filled so much with just this wet napkin.
Know sometimes it already happened.
When I'm dying, don't minsc "...history".
Or "I'll be doubt in that bitch"-
'S, shiftin'. Don't clamor me. I'm only on what you drink.
Is that defying anything you've said?
Am I going to die in a mor-...
Or am I really in, dyed, there's too much for fixin'

undone flare
#

SMOKE GOOD WEED WIT A BAD BITCH
CABBAGE PATCH SHIT BIG GREEN BATCHES
TOLD YO ASS TO PULL UP YOU BROUGHT BADGES (PUSSY!)
YO BITCH AINT BAD THAT BITCH AVERAGE
GAVE YO WHITE BITCH BLACK DICK AND RED BITCH WHITE DICK

BITCH I TIHNK IM SNOOP DOGG WAY MY SACK HITS
WAY THEESE RACKS BEND
THE WAY THEESE PACKS SENT
FADED OFF "SWISH" LIKE IVERSON
BEEN MAKIN MONEY SINCE U WAS IN DIAPERS KIN
DIAMONDS BLEND THE TIME SPACE CONTINUUM
STACKING BENJAMINS CUZ MORE HOTTER THAN HENDERSON (NEVADA)

BAD BITCH PARDON MY HAZE,
SMOKED OUT SPLASH LIKE O.J. (JUICE!!)
GOTTA BAD BITCH GAURDIN THE SAFE
GOT A BAD BITCH POSTED ON LAKE
GOTTA BAD BITCH ON HER WAY, ALWAYS LATE
SAVE ME A SLICE OF SOME CAKE (THICK!!)
BRING GRAVY TO THE STEAK IF U BEEFIN BRING BUFFET (IF U BEEFIN!!)
2 BAD BITCHES WHERE I LAY, FLIPPIN HOES LIKE BOBBY FLAY (AYEEEE!!)
NO ONE ROUND HERE PLAY, KEEP IT OH OH STRAIGT FROM GATE
TELL BY MY FACE THERE AINT NO WAY I LET SHIT SKATE

#

BAD BITCH RED LIKE SOME DATES
NO MORE SUGAR BAIT, I DONT MADE MILLIONS DROPPED OUT OF MY STATE
SET A EAST TO WEST BASE THROWN DOWN WITH THE HEAVY WEIGHT
I DONE FOUGHT SHAKE DICE ALL MY DOG WAIT AT HEAVEN GATE
STRICTLY FOR THE PAY, I DONE DID IT GO BY MY SAY
BOSSIN SO THEY HATE, HAD TO SLIDE CAUSE THE CRIME RATE

gaunt cave
#

^Literally what happens when you relaxin' into your body, my man.

#

HEY, SOUP THE GOOSE, LET'S SEE IF THAT RECORD'S "HATE".
Known all my problems. Known where that bitch dies, they're giving head, for me.
You Say!:
SLIP INTO ANY OF THESE HEADS. COMMANDER DANK IS A "FAT ASS AMERICA!"
YOU WHITE TRASH. Don't sleaze it if you ain't the Bum. Going 'meer English' where that hints me. That mistaken, you.
YOU SEE IT, YOU FEAR IT, YOU'RE GOING TO HEAR IT "A LOT" MORE!
fuck is wrong with you.
WATCH, it's "something happened..."
Dodging all my mistakes, don't see me. Cry me, fear me.
Don't TEAR ME, BOI
I'm droppin' "less high" on your sphin'. They're all going to hear it like this. This is "messed with us". This is "OUR GRADE".

Training the Shrimp = Monkey
Their last laugh, my throw. You're not going to guess these: "Shoulders".
DON'T TIER WITH US! DON'T STAIN WITH US!
You all lost. That's all tamed. I'm not going to be 'his' rebuttal. Only dark skies, here.
Tamed away

undone flare
#

BITCH I DIDNT VOTE, DONT CARE ABOUT OLD HOES,
MAKE MILLIONS FROM THE SHOWS NAME IN LIGHTS SOLD OUT FRONT ROWS
YOU?!
YOU DO WHAT YOU TOLD,
UNCLE SAM MADE U TOUCH YO TOES
YOU AINT FUCKING BOLD, THEM POLITICS GOT YOU SELLING YOUR SOUL
6 PACK ABS BUT POCKETS ON AMERICAN FAT ASS BILL FOLDS
YOU?!?
DUCKING GARDEN GNOMES WEARING TIN FOIL HEAD MOLDS,
HIDING UNDERGROUND WHILE YO GIRL IS SLEEPING WITH THE FEDS LOANED
DONALD J TRUMP IS GETTING SUCKED AND BLOWN BY YO HOE AND SHE MOANS
BIDEN CAME IN AND LIKED WHAT WAS SHOWN AND GOT A GOATTHROAT ON HIS BONE

#

ME?!?!
PICK UP THE PRESIDENTIAL PHONE COMMANDER DANK SITS AT THE THRONE (BITCH!!)

#

WHEN IT COME TO RAP WE CAN "GET DOWN" LIKE "PRONE" (BITCH!)

#

FLY TO NEW ORLEANS WITH YO BITCH SHE GAVE THAT SUPAAAAAAA DOME

gaunt cave
#

WRONG 'pull'. WRONG 'bitch.
Let me pull nothing. Let me attain it out.
You're only going to give up on me. This is wizard's feet, playing.

They're all o' hate. How'd you feel for them? How'd you bleed any of these, out?
If they're all hidden inside of a box.
That. Hic*
Given to me when you really wanted to pull it out.
Only given to me.
I pause in my reflections.
It's only going to "hate" on Em'.
Let me figures these out.
More. Boils.
I loft the "boiler room".
It's not going to spix'
It's not going to hiss "miss" at me.
Thank God, you know, ya'll figured it out. Except. I'd

gaunt cave
#

When faced with that damned Adam and Eve.
Whether or not....
I'll reach to you, skies, more.
"It's just straight if they straight-up don't inhabit anything."...

One problem...
Emblematic here...

Is not that you're just tired of chasing...
It could literally be that they just don't sweat it, enough.
umm..
You know... If you're good...

They can't chase. They can't inhabit or cohabit or live up to or anything.
I'd chase this in any of my damned moments.
They're getting run by...
They're getting chased by...

SOMETHING, THAT IS JUST THAT MISUNDERSTOOD?!
IF YOU'RE A REALLY CO-HABIT. INHABIT ME.
I DON'T LAUGH AT OR LAVISH AT ANYTHING THAT DIED MORE IN ANY MORE OF THESE DEEP MOMENTS.

I SHARED TO YOU. I CARED TO YOU.
If it's not two-and-two, what did you, then, think?
IF IT'S NOT GOING TO CO-HABIT, I WOULD'VE DIED, I WOULD'VE CO-HABITed any of them damn apes.

That says it.

That piece of shit.

IF YOU'RE NOT GOING TO CO-HABIT, OH, IT WON'T MATTER OR IT WON'T ADD UP does that then taste like...
enough of you

I think.

gaunt cave
#

Their daily daughter...
What if I don't even like Matthew Whebell.
Shim' them all. Shimney-shimney.
It'll do that to any of that gargulatin' ass.
I'm shittin' gears.
I hear them. I bleed. It's getting expensive. Don't non' of them do that. I'm a whickle-ball when "tame them all" does it "wonder", "does it ever do that".
I'm a shitter. I'm a sinner. I'll be straight out. Out-cropping all of your hair. That's what I be me when I see it on the TV screen. Don't shit them out. Don't nobody doubt. Don't nobody really doubt...
How far I'm comin', when you're portrait's still one to take.
I'm a shade. I'm a shame. I'm a weenie protrusion.
It's all skates when I do.
When I do:
"I will never kill them"
What it pops. Sitting down, somewhere.
I'm meer and I'm merely me. I'm protruding. Can't count all out of that, skiffs. Can't bargain me what I've always known was developed-ever into a promise...

"But that shit sucks".
I am not completely lenient and I don't get out when I close through the door and I'm also a sicker one with a pitter about anybody
What'd anybody thought of me's Exchanging in the lobby.
Smell that coc'
Be that product. Supreme.
I'm not bleeding. I'm not completely surprised with all of this shit. It's 'heap on you gifts' and I know I'll never survive 'em.
I'm doubting my daughter.
Hey. Hey.
I'm counting the "what do I say"'s in the air high above them.
With or without a cool walk, I'll be proudly out-surveillanceing them on anybody.

"When I get a Hell, don't they get a Hell more"'s.
It's my daughter, my business.
She'd doubt.
Yeah.
I came with the crowd. I'm rocking Shenanigans.
What did you dream? What did you come all out of and walk away with a dream shiftily heaving the thanks. The congratulations.
If...
Even we designed them. In 2023.
Does that even mean I'm trying to win?
I'll spend them if I like.
Who's all dark?
Heaven, Now.
Put a walk.
Do a daughter like I'll walk it out don't peep it guessing the nobody's in them is in it already-already.

gaunt cave
#

Forty of them slippers.
Ask me what I holy 'bout. What I want to do to you and what I want to do to this.
You should've showed that. I just survive 'em.
Destiny's the answer to most.
That's that hesitation I'm stuntin', wavering away in your ear.
It's divided by that "You didn't abide by my history".
I don't know that way. I wanna say that.
Dressed to the heist. All of the cold niggas will fill them vaults. Will fill them sheets.
Let's slow down.
Ask them about the most bullshit.
I'll surrender. I salute all that.
They're just dreading my trapping right now.
So what you're going to do, with the most in useless, music.
I started this shit.
I don't miss no medicine. Every message I started etching into your brain
are as gargulatin' in the world with the real world order.

undone flare
#

PLANET OF THE APES, SOCITIES ARRANGED DOESNT MAKE IT SAFE
IN OTHER WORDS MAN WAS BUILT TO DESTROY THE FOUNDATION HE LAID
THE GRAND SCHEME OF THINGS AS SEASONS CHANGE ITS RAINS ON DERRANGED BRAINS
WONT WAIT FOR YOU TO TOSS SHADE, BOSS TINGS WONT SAY WHAT THE COST'LL BRING
ME?!?!

HIGH AS DRONE BUT NO CAMERA ON
SMOKED OUT ON LAWN MONEY ON GROWN (YUH!)
POKING THE BEAR LIKE POKING YO NOSE THROUGH DOOR ON AL CAPONE

SHIT I SPIT RELIABLE, UNDENIABLE, UNPLYABLE, NO RIVALS, SUPER GUILE
SONIC BOOM ON METRO BOOMING HIGH LOOPS, CHEW YOU STOOGES WRITTENS IN PILES
SEND IT BACK LIKE BILE, YO BITCH SAID IT BEEN A WHILE, SMASH HER IN TIED ROPE

ITS UNSPOKE BUT JUST SO YOU KNOW MY RIMS SPINNIN ON SPOKES
WHAT WHAT YOU WROTE, DUCK HUNTING AND BUSTING ALL ON YA BITCHES TOP MUFFIN SHE HOE
DRIVEN FOR SUCCESS, YOU?! PARASITE RIDDEN FLESH CHASING CLOUT FOR THE SHOW
I AINT LIVID STAY CHILLING PUFFIN LIKE POPEYES STEAMBOAT
YOU DONT KNOW WHAT ITS LIKE TO BE LEFT ALONE WITH NOTHING BUT HOPE

undone flare
#

FRESH ON IT,
SLIM TIE WITH DIAMONDS EASTER (YUH!)
STEP ON IT,
COUPE CANDY "DYED" LIKE "SEIZURE"(YUH)
BLESS SHOWN IT,
THIS SHIT IRONIC,
WENT FROM NOTHIN RODE IN TO DRIPPIN TONIC (WATER!!!!)
JUKE OPPONENT, "ROCK" SHOW LIKE ONYX
SPIT HYPNOTIC, CANT KNOCK THE PROGRESS
NOTHIN LESS THAN FLAWLESS
IT AINT TOUCHIN THE NET REGAURDLESS (SWISH!!)
AINT MISS THE TARGET, AINT HAD TO FORCE IT
FUCK THE FORCES,
FROM SIPPIN ON PORCHES TO MIDDLE FINGER IN THE PORSCHES

undone flare
#

"ROCK" VANILLA "ICE" ON THE PENDANT(ICE!!),CAME FROM INDEPENDENT (NO LABEL!)
STUCK AT THE TOP AND STAY FENDING, MY NAME CANT FORGET TO MENTION (GOAT!!)
ROLLIE ON BIG BEN BEEN MAKING BENJAMINS SINCE BEN 10
BOSS IT LIKE BENSON IN THE BENZ SHIRT IS BY VINCENT,
NO PERKIES SMOKE BURLY HERBY BLENDINGS
TOOK ON MY "SHOT" LIKE ITS HENNEY (GOAL!) ZIP LIP ON BIDNESS (QUIET!!)
TOLD EM TAKE STOCK AND I MEANT IT, FLEXIN ON SCOREBOARD WIT FITNESS
STEP WITH ASCENSION BLESSED AND CAME BACK WITH AVENGENCE (SQUARE UP!!)
NEVER LACKIN AND BITCH IM STACKING WITH INTEREST (NO LOANS HOE!!)
FUCK ON YO HOE LEFT A BIG MESS
PRINTED FIT DESIGNER SWING YO BITCH OUT HER DRESS
YOU AINT THE GOAT, U ON THE LAMB LIKE PUFFY COMBS BET

gaunt cave
#

King of the Underground.
King of the Stakes. Mine.
I'd in between them until their motherfucking stars are bleeding.
I'm in Wimbledon. Don't nobody ever touch me.
He's too free....
He's too powerful...
He's too guarded...
He's going to feel the Henchman.
How's Destruction?
How's it Closer?
How's your fall? My fault. I'd in between that, sometimes.
I'm Destruction. I'm this Bluff. And nothing, I'd became. Like trench-suits in my music, I haunt you people with thoughts that's wrong with you, people.
You didn't lit them out.
Shit them out.
And none of this drunkener-
And all of this "My Fault"
I'll hold it all over the crowds and clambor all over it with my shoulder-lent with a body you didn't know you climbed a percent.

undone flare
#

ISNT MY FAULT,
MY DRIP TIGHTER THAN WHAT LOCKED DOWN IN THE VAULT
THIS SHIT A LYRICAL ASSAULT, WAY I KEEP SPITTIN SHELL "ROCK".
THE SHOW LIKE A MIESTRO, COLD BELOW ZERO WITH THE FLOW
HOLD HIP HOP EVER SINCE 2PAC HAD JNCOS
"ORIGINAL" G, YALL HOES JUST COPY LIKE KINKOS
NEVER WRINKLED CLOTHES, IN MY WHIP KEEP IN RANGE WITH THE ROVER
NO LIMIT BLACK CARD HOLDER, BLACK 9 IN HOLSTER, BAD DIME KEEP MY COMPOSURE
FAT STACKS ON DECK HOLD IT ON MY BACK CHIP ON MY SHOULDERS
KUSH SMELL THE ODOR ITS LOUDER THAN YOURS-AH
LAUGH TO THE BANK LIKE IM JOKER
CANT RENT FOR SOMECRUMBS BITCH IM CHASING TO BE OWNER
STRAIGHT FROM THE SLUMS READY TO CLEAN UP LIKE PORTER
MAKING CASH FAST,
BAD HOE WITH SUNGLASSES DROP DEAD GORGEOUS, BITCH IM CORONER
YOU?! A LAST RESORTER, IM SLAPPIN ASS ON A RESORT HER HEIGHT MUCH SHORTER

#

WHIP BLASTIN 2 SHORT N HERB

hasty ivy
#

I was addicted to procrastination, see my bars need annotation
Few days ago, I have lost my spark, found MF DOOM, now my bars go far
Iā€™m cool with the gyals that live next door, she throwing a party, she sent invitation
So I pull out my whip and start driving toyota, Highlander that moves like rover
Took over road just like I stole her, slient drive just like a boa(snake)

#

Wait

#

Let me do another one

#

Recently I scrolled through Apple Music, I looked around and saw some fire
I was amazed that I saw bad bitch, and I think her name was Tyla
I could legally date her but im ugly not rich, i need to work hard so i can buy her
I used up my P just like Iā€™m diddy when i beat up my meat, my dick is tired
I want Tyla so bad this shit is dire šŸ˜­šŸ˜”

undone flare
#

I DONT LIKE TO ASSUME, MAKE WAY NEED SOME MORE ROOM (GEBACK BITCH!!)
BAD BITCH ACTIN RUDE, HAD TO SLIDE ON HER ATTITUDE (MOOD!!)
KUSH BLAST ON HIGH NOON GONE OFF THE TO MOON, (HIGH!!!)
ELEPHANT IN THE ROOM WATCH WHAT THE FUCK U DO (HUH!!)
GOT MY POT AND STEWED, NO MORE BENIFITS FOR FOOD (EATIN!!)
SILENCE ON THE MOVE, REFUSE TO BE CROWDED BY THE STOOGE
LOOK HOW I MOVE, ALL THEY SAW WAS NIKE CHECK ON THE SHOE (GONE!!)
IN EIGHTY TWO, USED TO TRAP OUT THE PHONE BOOTH LIKE DR WHO
FEELIN BRAND NEW, WAY I JUST CAME OUT YO BITCHES WOMB (SMASHED!!)
ITS "DANK" BITCH, LIKE THE BACKROOMS
PULL UP AND PEW PEW YOU GON NEED A PLATOON (PUSSY!)
STACKS ON DECK WELCOME TO THE RACK ROOM
BAD BITCH SMELL LIKE VIDAL SASSOON, YO BITCH? SMELL STRAIGHT FROM THE SALOON (YUCK!!)

hasty ivy
#

my bussy wet, baby boy thatā€™s a flex
no diddy bitch, I fucked around now my shit stretched
all of this just for some clout and now iā€™m vexed
I had to do what i had to do to earn that check
but wait? I wonder if itā€™s gay to feed yoā€™ family
even though i did these heinous, that fucks my memory
Iā€™m holding in a fart, i try not to let out shit
bitch my ass hurt, that shit affected me when he had hit

#

Ayo

gaunt cave
#

Drilling in place, stomping my feet. Ain't no "other side" with a fellow out that freedom like me.
Mother fuck your 100 styles. If you're drilling in place, stay the fuck out the bottom, like me.
It's what I distribute to ya and mess with that feet, no. They're still pullin' the villain out of me.
Ask your mother if it's enough. Shade is pulled up, with stuff. I'm sorry, but that ain't enough. No, it ain't never enough. You can keep the back at pretend, I'll be stunting to everybody in the lobby.
If you ain't never- had enough, made enough, or went a way, I bucked.
I'm still a drilling soldier right now as just then I ever was.
I fell out of the bomb bass and "give her those-" and I chased away all the demons that is painting in the lobby just so I can get your full and divided-
A hundred out the slugs. A hundred out the muck. Don't practice anything above you.
You on with your loan. Agree with it, just such as I was.
I can clean ye paint with a little bit of evil. Stunt at all, evil.
My sheets...
They eerily...
Killing me.
Flip it another half and then give it a jack because just then I shits I would've ripped don't go caramalezing many mellow young and onion rings.
I keep it out of the police, you just stay.
I'm carving it to another electric beast-stylin' with a freak out the code that I walk.
No, you cannot trust a stranger.
Just then, I changed yours.
Run. Feel low. Slit me on any of the vibrations. Stay with the rickety way you step into your brain and beg, cry, and scream for an army that I can keep getting taken apart of!
Your run: "BASS!"
Your run chase slabs.

undone flare
#

THE P, THE D, THE I, THE D, THE D, THE Y

gaunt cave
#

When it's head of the pack and when white people fill you all in with a bunch of your noel's in
It's a frame. I'd attain.
Don't punch your name. I'm Dwayne Wayde weighing in with a bunch of your new whalin'. And none are done hailing "I'm an alien" in, known, where it's supposed to go.
When there's one wanin', it'll be your lunch.
How'd that soul-?
How'd that pole lose all my brainy tawn and shit?
You know you hindered me, there.
It's known by your air.
On hesitance, a glare.
Where is our reaches? Upon the glistening of reaches.
Shift them more in the air. They're in that.
And still when I play on your radio.
It's true. This shift never slides you in.
This reject, 'pon this CD will never attain the attainment thereof, and I might slang this a little harder. Where the fuck is we at? Where the fuck is that God sniping upon this sniping position, let me listen to you. Let me hear it at you. That 'froom' goes crazy back! What I taste upon my room, with a smile upon this wishlist face! Oh wait, you're not hearing me more. Let's dressed-to-the-floor and, y'know, heap these upon your mighty shoulder.
You know, I've said some crazy SHIT before. Ignore, oh, wasting this jersey upon this much of a diseased shouldered we're-upon. Oh. Don't play me those? Hear it in my taste. You can sense the fear and all of the hate.
Upon this inception, mine Empire would route up coke and s'lyle up.
Like I fully taste my steps upon this beat and I mezmer' away just like you cranberry apes, too soon!

gaunt cave
#

I HATE on ANYBODY!
I HATE on ANYBODY!
I'm not going to stay with the parade! Right now! Pipe's down! I don't know where they've never distributed in the land.?
I don't FEAR at all that SPHERE and I ATTAIN the most up inside this moment!
I DON'T HATE! Let's kill them all, down, how about it? I've been slipping in more of a challenge since I was able to levitate: "let's produce on his friends!"
I've been hailing an assailant with or without the walk out of the talk, let's give 'em all day!
I can't delay or disable the flight. Hit me this morning. This is every night!
FADE! FADE! FAME! Okay! I still be dripping in 'yay.
Let's confuse them all of our brains instilled inside, shut up, and just listen!
I HINT IT WHEN I SLAY! LET'S STEP INSIDE MY BRAIN!
I might've felt up a quick delliberative way to feel the nut stashed inside of the trunk and I'm rippin' other bodies forever, because they's confused with what I'm sayin'!
I might stay inside. I drip them on the flow. What was that? I'm hearing me. You'll be staying up late, literally distributing the cheese!
I might sweat it. Lack telekinesis! It stays out of that heap. I'mma sheds them.
I'm flaming. A flambuoyant little boy. You all dressed, no talk. It's a harpin' machete, written, hunted overseas, don't forget it ever lets that stretch etch that chain across my brain. In his chest, does it save it all for himself? I'm talking down! I just played myself!
I'm not hinting at why it's going to carve all over you, it, later!
And I carve this name upon this chest!

gaunt cave
#

I STONE LITTLE MISS CATS!
I KNOWN wherever it shakes!
I CAN PASS THE SCROLL, NOW!
That's rhyming in cursive.
YOU GONNA PLAY I SHADES THAT A LOT!
You know you haven't run the gravel, yet, ironing?
IF IT'S LENT THEM THEN THAT'S OK, IT HATES ME SHITTING ON THEM!
IF IT'S NOT GONNA FADE! DON'T LETS IT BREAK!
I ain't staying? I ain't pretending.
The more in shade, the more in shade would you then, it empties, walks.
You might've carved a, oh, a whole lot.
I'M NOT THERE THEN!
I'M NOT THERE WHEN!
I'M NOT at The Holy Brigade.
You know where? In the studio, playing.
That meant a whole lot to that stadium....
YOU KNOW WHERE I'M DRIPPIN'?!
There's 'legendary'. There's What They Doths Knows!
THERE AIN'T NO WAY, NO SAYS, NO DON'TS!
You would've wonbled away!
You would've ended up walking in a way!
It's no Way I'm not STAYING UPON THEIR TONS, HO DAMAGES!
YOU KNOW THAT'S BENT! DON'T 'TTAIN THAT WEAK CEMENT!
You've known this since forever. I would've won where the Whebell D Wobbled.
You KNOW THAT'S MISSED! DON'T HISS THAT SPHERE! YOU KNOW WHEN ALL-YOU-KNOW IS IN A 'WHEN', survive it? Don't heap out his moments!
You know his survival rate depends on the most Dracula Anvil of Men's.
YOU KNOT GONNA SURE-WEIGHT!
YOU WALK WHEN THERE'S SURE TO BE A PROBLEM, AFTER, THEN, LATER!
You know you wouldn't have quit on this. Shure-Lock!
YOU KNOW WHY I END UP CRYING?!

You turn all in this face.
it's this place..

gaunt cave
#

If you not from around here, why you not?
I've been recruiting. Still losing the thing that makes me think about it. Think about it.
Hmm.
Punch that reaver.
She stole my law. Take five.
It's not squeamish bout this living.
I stepped high. Who? Left five.
I'm gonna grade my putting my grade on you too high. Haha.
Look me on five. See me later.
Or you. I don't know if I put my smell on all the men.
Hmm.
Book 5.
Look five.
I'm sure around from here.
I'm down. A grade. Since alone, steppin' turned into a time-shelf.
I'm like a weird cubic human that you never seen just because it's my walk you proud of.
I'm not from around, again.
I'll still pop out a friend. He's on a mission.
I just stay cool. Re-route.
He's around from my defenses.
It's not Lent, yet.
Choke a Big Body. Too high to dent. Indent. Loofed them, here. Some call that Big Bad.
Shorty walking. Played my stalk in it and punched me give me that moves.

tender coral
#

Oh- I'm a remarkable king!
No?
Bro, just think.
"I'm startin' to see
how this guy could be the most dominant beast!"
It's obvious, isn't it?
Well, I guess I've been kind of an idiot not finishin' what I proceeded to tell
back when I caused a few giants who fell,
to fall down because they were so glad to sell
their entire game. fire flames
could have sent me straight to hell
But ah- the pain that was felt
"Embell the game, by making something insane!" One might say
but it was no use because those toys were so fucking lame!!

Alright.
Enough about me.
What about you?
As you can see
I don't know a thing
about you or beliefs
that you hold unto thee.

Either way,
Whatever you say
Doesn't matter to me.
So I don't care about what you're saying or what you really gotta think of this top rankin' fiend.

gaunt cave
#

I step out of the castle, addressing everything, but I'm an asshole.
Everything is divided about what I can say to you.
You've been doing great, but I didn't shit the way your weak-ass soul can get it in a diamond.
You ain't thrashed. There's dark women where that keeps picking you back up, and then stealing them in the flow.
You wasn't sorry for the wait.
Peter Piper picked a picnic at a park, somewhere around dinner: "God took me too much to control" and there's something being said that inny-minnie me can see, but you'll see, that you'll steady want that!
"I'm not on a loose-leaf."
On the venom-stool, out-ruling more than I can control.
It snows in the winter. "How's that taste, now?"
When I leave my den of wolves to shove for sure, longer, on the women that grow entrapped when I surmised half of the universe's
and you end up being a little more like Rap
I 4'5 other n-words. I'm formed with the pride.
From an army to a tribe and everyone else, runnin' adjacent.
You won't say me. I just steady 4'5 that:
"You know, we comin' out, live"

undone flare
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INTERIOR BOISENBERRY AND THE VEST IS BURBERRY
NEW NEW ITS ALL CHERRY AINT NO WEAR AND TEARING,
PAPER CARRY FOLDING BOOK LIKE LIBRARY (PAPER!!)
"ICE" LIKE "BEN N JERRYS", PENDANT "COLD STONE" SWING AND PARRY
NOW HOES STARING WANTING TO CARE AND SHARING
CANT LISTEN COULD HEAR IT BARELY
FUCKIN UP A CHECK FOUGHT UNFAIRLY
STONE COLD TIL CEMETARY, NO MORE MR AIRY
GROWN WITH NO HOME SOLDIER NAPPING IN THE STAIRCASE
GO MY OWN WAY TIL FIND A SPOT TO FANBLADE (COOLIN!)
DOME SOME SHIT WONT DARE TO SAY,
2 FIST BITCH CATCH A PAIR TO FACE (HUH!)
PUT MY DICK IN THE BLAIR WITCH AND MAKE HER WANT TO STAY (SLUT!)
LIFE IN THE GUTTER BREED DIFFERENT MIND SHAPES
CARE ABOUT DIFFERENT THINGS WHEN THERES HUNGER PAIN
CLUTCHING IRON IN THE RAIN WITH NO ONE AT YOUR BACK TO KEEP YOU SAFE
STAY STRAPPED, STRONG, IN MIND, BODY, AND ON FACE
AND IF U WHERE MEET FACE TO FACE IT BE A LONG DAY
CATCH U SLIPPIN WHILE U SMITTEN ON SOME SHIT U COULDNT GET AWAY
LOOKING FOR A LIGHT OR RAY TO RIGHT THE WAY YOU TREATED THEM IN THOSE OLD DAYS.
NOW ITS APE TO APE.
PLANET OF THE GIVE OR TAKE, GAVE YO BITCH THIS DICK SHE HAD A CHOICE TO MAKE

fossil rain
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These bad big tiddy goth biddies we flew out to Belize
Tryna separate the fake from the real
But I been madden nfl sickle cell
They got on hands and knees but they ainā€™t lookin at my Jesus piece
I donā€™t fuck on one night unless shawty got A tender bite
Need a brick of that raw and a brick for my charger
I ainā€™t slim nor shady and you all jokers
I ainā€™t ever foldin I been playing universal poker
Put it in the notes quick
Jd flow. Sick. Ill. Come to body you. Iā€™m the truth you think. You bitch fits in my vice grip.
I been tightenin in the fashion laces and the finest garments
Whippin round in a Wraith
Raffy Rick Owen I chill in my Garden
But I canā€™t chill these hoes mad over nothin
GREw some thick skin realized I was born to win im the most humble.
You tumble, flip that bag over while I stack mine and never fold it
You ainā€™t told Nothing Fuck the famous hoes in my comments talking bout sum ^%gibberish!
Come, your mysticist. lyricist mo like Mrs. Lyricist
Got bars that will incite a riot in the prison
Break me out they cages banging on the Kevlar vest I gave them

gaunt cave
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Tribe Strangulation. One Member. How I feel without your challenge?
"AW, THAT taste?!"
What?
HOW'D I DEFEAT IT, I'd say, WITHOUT A CHALLENGE?!
Without a rival, spittin', ain't no weight, that's a ton of me's ripping up the DAYZ'S HERE!
Drip inside? I'll only taste. What you throwin' away?
Is it because that Wizard's Stay Fuel?
Is it not going to bleed that weak-weak synergy:
"What's down on me?"
Until your mealio doesn't run in the steel-eo.
Am I beating yours?
I'll consider these, chores.
Last thing I said, while running: "these or this-"
It's going to fully bleeds your mind.
It's not going to take.
BY WOMEN, I'M STEALING MY OWN THUNDER!
Aaah.
Not that Barb. Not when Barbery still has a teak-
I TRIED TO FIGHT!
ONLY WOMEN-?!
AM I NOT STEERING ME WRONG?! WHAT'S THE WHOLE MEAL?!
Wait. Let's see it. Don't ever tease me out a meal.

fossil rain
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I donā€™t listen. I just work it. Simple. Nervous.

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BUT ME MYSELF AND I GET NERVOUS WHEN THE CHOPPS SWERVING

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LEMME chill for reall

fossil rain
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I chilled in the advil now Iā€™m not so sure about it.

Heavens clouded

Do I doubt it?

Do they want me to sell my music so the stands are shouting?

undone flare
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NONE COME CLOSE LIKE BUZZ CUT
FUCK A BAD BITCH NOW SHE WONT FUSS
SOLID STEP WITH THE STRUT AINT COMIN CORRUPT (AT ALL!!)
BLUNT OF THE RUNTZ, GUESS THE PROOF IN THE SKUNK (GAS!!!)
PUDDING ON NEW KICKS COLOR COOKIES N MILK
WORK TOO HARD FOR EREYTHING NOTTA BE TOP SHELF
WHEN GON FOR THE BELT GIVE EM HELL RING YO BELL
CRACK HER OUT HER SHELL LIKE TACO BELL
STACK UP FOR SCALE AND I DONT MEAN TO SELL
KEEP 100 ALL REAL MAKE FAKE TUCK IN THEIR TAIL
TOO ILL WITH THE SKILL GOT SMOKE? READY TO GRILL
GONE FOR THE KILL TIL COUNTIN MILLS
WONT LET IT GO COLD WITH THE MEAL
GRINDIN N SHININ WONT SHY UNFULFILLED
AHEAD PEDAL TO METAL SWING WHEEL
CAUSE BLICKS BUST LIKE AN OLD LEG FOREAL

undone flare
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RING RING CHAIN ON CHINGY IN THE MID NINETYS
TWO TIME MY RIVAL, SWORD SHEATHED MAKE HOES SEE HE THRIVE THROUGH
BEEF LIKE DRIVE THROUGH DONT TRY DUDE
STACKIN COMMAS BITCH VEST SO IM NINE PROOF
SMOKING THE VINE TOO UP IN THE BAYOU
MAD CREWS CAUSE THEY CANT SHINE LIKE HE DO
SPLASH LIKE SEA FOOD 200 OR BETTA ON DASH
EQUIPPED WITH THE BRICK FOR A FLIP AND REDO
HE GOT SCARED COLORS SHY NOW HE SEE THROUGH
HOES TOO, BITCH I FUCK HER LIKE GOKU SO SMOOTH

undone flare
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TYPE TO JUST
TYPE TO JUST
CHASE IT RIGHT CANT GO HEEL
GET UP IF FELL AINT TAKIN NO L'S
TRUTH AINT NO TALES BEEN DONE IT FOREAL!!
STAY RIDING WITH WHALES (BIG STEPPAS!!)
SPLASHIN DIAMONDS BRAZIL, SHE CATCH THE FEELS
BREATH OF FRESH AIR, STILL MY EXHALE (EX HAILS)
KICK THAT BITCH THE CURB RED FLAG LIKE THE MAIL,
NEVER CAN FAIL NO CHOICE BUT GRIND RAIL
MY HEART FULL IN THE SCALE HOMIE NEED A CHILL
RODE UP WAS SLOW, NOW HOES BEGGIN CHANEL
WONT SPEND A CENT CUT OFF LIKE BILL
CATCH A SCENT OF THE SEAL, ONLY SMOKIN THE KILL
CASH HOWLING ON SPILL NOW THESE HOES ON MY TAIL
DIAMOND IN ROUGH FROM THE CUT HAD NO MEAL
CHASIN A MIL GON TEL MY FAMILY TO CHILL
CAME BACK HOME IN A BOUG FRESH FROM THE DEAL

THINK I WONT? I WILL!
FUCK THAT!
PULLL YO BITCH TOLD HER JUMP ON THIS DICK, BABY AINT GOT BACK
YO DAD?! DRUNK AT THE HORSE RACE TRACK, HOPING TO MAKE A SHORT STACK
DORK FAG BITCH YOU THINK YOU BAD?
SMACK UP YOUR MUSTASCH HAVE U LOOKIN LIKE SALVADOR DALI WHEN U COME JACK
STOMPIN WITH RACKS!!
UP TO BAT WITH A BACKPACK FILLED UP WITH CALI PACKS

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TYPE TO JUST
TYPE TO JUST
TYPE TO JUST SPENT HOW I LIKE AN THATS FOREAL
YOUNGIN BUMPIN HEADS DOWN COLD A NEED 2 CHIIL
PARKA FLOW, ICED OUT SHOWN IT AINT A SPIEL
BIRD FLEW SHAWTY LANDED THATS THE DEAL
RIMS 20 JUMPIN ONE HAND THE WHEEL
1980S PHONE BOOTH DR WHO WITH THE PILLS
RUN IT BACK
STUCK AT 100 AINT NOTHIN LESS
FUCK UP A CHECK SPENT IT MADE A MESS
YOUNG

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TYPE TO JUST NEVER SETLLE GO ON BABY
THE PROOF IS STRONG BABY,
ROCKIN RIGHT HOLDING ARMS DIGITS

spiral sedge
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Gonna post an old written diss here I never dropped, cuz I wussed out. I'll own that. This was aimed at @tight dust I think (not sure if you're the same Pap' that was around a year or 2 ago)

You wrote a written with the line "its a cold petition" and this was my response:

Untitled Diss 1

Said once, its a cold petition, nah, competition,
And my premonition's you an L, renew the L please, come, petition
All our quarrels, give a number, doesn't matter,
I'll still shatter you as many times as I damn want to
Gladly spatter your brain matter with the L up in my holster,
Luger blaster.

Boi thirsty as fuck he want the tap,
He must bump Cardi cuz he want the WAP,
Leapin after girls on the Discord app,
You lost? This ain't Tinder, this a server for rap
You got as much skill as your idol, you wack
Your words dry em chicks up, all you get's the DAP,
Pap a desert fuckboi, dehydrated af,
Water? I'll give the L he wants: double tap.

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Found an old written follow-up also aimed at you (and @last turret):

Untitled Diss 2

My rhymes are infectious, they leave you in stretchas when nauseous
And no' jus' a feverish frown, on the ground, you'll be down with the sickness
A clown's what I witness but no one is laughin', it's sad, you down bad and they cautious
'Cause you on your death bed, its deep in your head, and its terminal illness

These names that I've claimed, keep spiking, these cases of faces forgotten
The bean is foul, rotten, the doc said, "Go get yourself checked, 'cause I think that you're next"
The disease was a test, I'm life's test and you failed, now you die like a failure
Alone, they all left / ya, no fight in ya left, ya / light has now left, you sure
Out of breath, claim your soul like I'm Death, that I end your career was spread clear,
Ya, I call this a Pap smea-

Nahhh. But go and respond, I'll show you what a smear really is.

tender coral
spiral sedge
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But hey, feel free to respond to it anyway

tender coral
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I don't usually respond unless something's aimed at me so you're ok.

spiral sedge
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But again no pressure. U seem like a cool dude šŸ™‚

tender coral
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Alright.

undone flare
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HOW HE GOT UP AND JUST DO IT
SLINGIN THEESE BIRDS EARLY WORM FLY HIGH FLIRTIN WITH STEWARDESS
PULL UP SOLD OUT SPECIAL EVENT DRESSED 2 KILL LOOKIN RUTHLESS
SMOOTH AS IT GETS, PEANUT BUTTER THE FIT, REESES THE DRIP 2 TONE SWAG ON FOOLISHNESS
IN SCHOOL WAS TRUENCY, GRINDIN SINCE NURSURY NO REGRET
HAVE BAGS NOW MILKED IT CASH COW NEVER BACKED DOWN TIL I REACH THE TIP
PACKS HIT SMOLDER AND ASHES, BLACKBERRY ABSINTHE, TRIPPIN IF U AINT FEELIN IT
HACKIN FOR CABBAGE PATCH HAVE U SWEPT SINCE SNOOP WAS DEALIN ZIPS
DO SHIT LEGIT,FASHION ON LIT WHILE REST IN THE VETTE YAMMIN BOUT CHIPS
BETTER SCRAMBLE OR GET HIT, GAVE YO BITCH THE DIGITS BUT IT WASNT MINE TO GIVE (WAS MY BITCHES PHONE OH SHIT!!)
SMASH YO BITCH TO EVERY SNARE THE SONGS SPINS,

IF U ROB FOR FEW DIMES, I CLUTCH ON A 40.
COUPE RIDING SPORTY, TOP DOWN MAKE MESS BAD MODEL GET SORTED
YEAH CHOP THE TOP LIKE A STOGIE STAY ROLLIN NO ROADIES
RIDE MY FOR WOADIES, STYLE ON THROW LIKE IM KOBE
FUCK ALL THE TROPHIES, STUCK TO THE CODE DID IT TO ONLY SEE
DID IT FOR FAMILY CAME FROM THE SHANTY
WE NOT THE SAME I CAN TELL WAYS YOU CAN HINT
SING TO YO BITCH LIKE IM CAMPIN
BUST OUT GUITAR NOW SHE SWING ON MY DICK LIEK A LANTERN
FROM THE CITY THAT WAS ABANDONED (NOLA BITCH)
FROM THE CITY PRESIDENT WOULDNT LAND ONE
TURN YOU DADDY TO A SON.
TURN YOU ASS TO A MALE NUN WAY I TAKE YO HOES HONEY BUN

MONEY ON LONG END DUMMY IM BALLIN
YO HOE STILL CALLIN, HER AND MY DICK GET A"LONG" WHEN
IM HYPIN NO STALLIN HYPER WHEN CALLED IN
DANK IN THE CYPHER NO RE'CORDIN WHEN TIME ON EXTEND
YO HEIGHT MAN GET TO SHORTING ENDS, AND DONT TRUST YO SHAWTY (HUH!!)
NO GRIPES KEEP IT FROZEN, IM LIVING IN THE MOMENT
LIVIN FOR 2 LIKE SOUL MATE

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NI66AS WORRIED BOUT COLE AND DRAKE SHOULD BE WORRIED BOUT THEIR BITCH WHILE THEY ARE DISTRACTED IS GETTIN TAKED

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SMASH ON YO GIRL WHILE YO SHOWERS CRANKED
IN AND OUT LIKE I ROBBED A BANK

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DRSSED FRESH TO DEATH BITCH, LIKE GETTING SHANKED AT A FIRST DATE

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YOU!?
NEED A COURT DAY WAY YOU STEAL AND FAKE (BITCH)
UNORIGINAL TAKE, AND I FUCKED YO BITCH AND SHE CLEANED MY PLATES

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ME?!?!
CHEDDAR ON BILL GATES WHEN HE GO TO THE FRIDGE WAKING UP LATE
SANG TO YO BITCH LIKE NATE DOGG IN YO HOES INTERIOR SPACE

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YOU FEEL SAFE?!!? BITCH WAIT
EREY CRUMB WONT LEAVE A SPECK
GOT YO MAIN BITCH NIPPED,
GAVE HER DICK THAN GAVE HER THE SLIP (HUH!!!!!!)
BLICK FLICK LIKE BICS

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CHICK CHICK (YEAH HOE)

undone flare
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BITCH ITS FUCKIN DANK
TOP SHELF WITH THE RANK,
STACKIN TIGHT WEIGHT ,SO SAFE TO SAY I "CHASE" BANK
HARDER THAN U THINK POSTED WITH THE PLANK
SHAWTY HEAD SO BAD GIRL IT NEED 2 SEE A SHRINK (HEAD!!)
SHAWTY DRESSED IN PLAID, KNOCK THAT BOX LIKE HOCKEY RINK (YUH)
TIME TO BEAT THAT "PUSSY" TWICE LIKE "JYNX" (TWO TIME!!)
SAY U IN YO BAG BUT NEVER GAVE A FUCK WHAT YOU THINK
BITCH BOYS OUTCHA FOR THE FADS CLOUT RECORD ERETHING
U MIGHT BURN BRIDGES BUT ROCK THIS BOAT U SINK
CHAIN SWANG CHING CHING DIAMONDS DRIPPIN SWAN WINGS
SPENT 100 BAG ON PINKEY RING JUST TO WATCH IT BLING
SMASH YO BITCH JUST TO HEAR HEAR SING
TRASH YO DEMO TAPE WHEN I DIDNT EVEN OPEN THE LINK
SLIME ON YO ASS THE SECOND U BLINK
DIGITS LONG LIKE ACCORDIAN STRINGS
4 HOES READY 20 MINUTES WITH A BLUNT OF THAT STING
ONE HIT OF THIS SHIT HAVE U GRIMLIN STUCK ON THE WING
ONE HIT THROUGH THE RINGER THAT PRESSURE LUNGS PURP LOUIS THE KING

undone flare
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HUH!!
WAY IM SPITTIN IS PISTON IM FILLIN GUNPOWDER IN CYLINDER (POW!!)
LIKE FRANKENSTEIN WITH A DERRINGER LIGHTNING STORM AND THE HILLS ERUPT.
COWARDS PILLAGE AND FORM WITH PITCHFORKS SCORN WITH FLAME FROM THE VILLAGERS
YO BITCH BAD? MUSTA HIT A NERVE THE WAY I HIT IT FIRST
WHIP SKIRT LIKE PANTYHOSE FROM A BDSM HOES PURSE
THINK U HIGH MAKE U TOUCH EARTH
BLOCK WAS HOT LISTENING TO THE YOUNG TURK
HIRED BY NO ONE WE HAD TO FIND OUR OWN WORK
PLACE WHERE FATHERS DESERT AND KIDS GROW UP AINT FEELING THEIR WORTH
THROUGH OTHERS EYES THE PLACE OF THE UNDESERVED (DAM!!)
ALL THE TIME YOU SPIT AND CURSE WHEN AINT WANNA DO THE DIRT
HAD TO HIDE THE HURT AND GROW PAST CONSCIOUS THAT LURK
HOPING GET OUTTA HERE BY ANY CHANGE FOR A PURPOSE

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PUT YO BITCH INA CHOKESLAM AFTER THE SUNDAY SERVICE

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SLAP HER UP MAC HER TOUGH THEN SHE TURN IT SELL THAT PUSSY ON CURB THO SHE NERVOUS

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RETURN OF THE MAC, SMOKING THAT STRONG PACK IT DO JUMPIN JACKS
DANKS BAG HAVE YO AZZ FADED SO BAD, WAKE UP IN VEGAS WITH A TRAMP STAMP TAT

tight dust
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Bro I produce

spiral sedge
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My bad it probably wasnt you then. There was a guy here by the name of Pap too, when I was active in 2022. Wrote lyrics and freestyled/battled a bit from what I remember

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(Altho, I think they were a producer as well)

undone flare
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ROLLIE ON MY "ARM" GOT YO BITCH PUT HER "HAND" WHERE IT DONT BELONG SHE SHOWED UP IN THONG(HUH!)
IN MY ZONE BIKE LIKE TRON AINT SEEN NOTHINNG WRONG BITCH IM GOIN GOIN GONE
GRIND AT DAWN DAWG TRAIL CRUMBS TO BIG BREAD FUNDS WHILE U YAWN
SMOKING LAWN ROLLING UP THE "PIE" THAT STRONG WILL CRACK YO "PECAN"
SPLASH LIKE PRAWN JEWELRY ON ICE LIKE MICHELLE KWAN

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DISCONNECT ON THE PLUG LIKE CELLUAR ONE

tight dust
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leading these niggas they asking the usher with a pack of my brothers blood will splatter like a bag of gushers my whole status corrupted these hoes out here being rachet and ugly and sadly the dummys get praised for being flashy and gully while im a tad bit studious bout these niggas like reading a eulogy truthfully most of these dudes don't know what to do or see spewing the nonsense they say without having no proof people congruent and ignorant arrogant up in the booth with G's youd never ever thought you'd ever see a boul that was snapping this crazy I been passionately waiting for a tool to get passed for some anchors I been spazzing so lately that the bag get passed after aces nigga don't ask me just pay me its so tragic its crazy get rags and the payments dust get on shoelaces bloody walls tryna paint like a caveman I did so many things wrong without knowing and God forgave me got the bag for some anchors I dont understand why these hoes be so plastic its fake and some of the niggas I know will stab you for getting up at they faces leave you like a snake how they slash your tongue out of your face switch it my pivot changing so much changes then crack on your ankles leg splitted you aint shifty enough to compare to me you fearing me now your brain missing disappear swiftly the pain different your death it was written you should've been ready to die this bullet the last kiss and you got no way out time is money yours was missing now your surrounded by the whole edition and 9 hitmen they all come out against your gang with glock 26's spray you niggas like we using mace done after we did it and now you are lacking your vision we taking yall off of the grid it is what it is this Mac comes with crazy extensions (Connect it nigga)

spiral sedge
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This aint you?

hasty ivy
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@last turret YOO I cannot rap

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Cook this nigga

hasty ivy
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Gaddamn this is unhealthy

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I would have been forgotten shit like this

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2022

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Thatā€™s a whole decade ago šŸ’€

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Gaaalee nigga

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Nigga took 2 years to make an reponse

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Heā€™s cooked

spiral sedge
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Mans cant read, I literally said I wrote this 2 yrs ago as well šŸ˜‚

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Did u drop out of school or sumthin?

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Heres the receipts

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I dont hold grudges; Im just posting old writtens for the same reason anyone here posts new writtens: to get feedback

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If Pap or Beans wanna respond and re-ignite the word war tho, fuck it thats fine by me

spiral sedge
hasty ivy
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Bean is cooking you tho

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He does this crazy shit with his rhymes

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He will be like

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I canā€™t even demonstrate it

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Itā€™s too hard

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āœ‹šŸ™‚ā€ā†•ļø

spiral sedge
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Hey man if hes improved over 2 yrs and cooks me, Ill take the L, I dont even mind

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It is what it is

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We've sparred in the past tho and I cooked his ass šŸ¤·ā€ā™€ļø

spiral sedge
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or copy paste that shit

tight dust
spiral sedge
tight dust
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Rapping and writing aint for me

spiral sedge
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Ayt. But like I was sayin tho ur bars back then were pretty good