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1928
02:18
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Verse 1: Other day a raga told me some shit, it said if your genius don’t make money then it don’t make sense. But it died broke, and so priceless, was his genius, a dollar for the genes you want, because god, is green with us. Do you trust, the guy on the bill, when he fades over time in your pocket. Shit, your money is better in a locket, 19, was better for a profit, 28, is better for owning my masters. Would you rather make mud or be consumed by a water of problems?
Chorus: What was the question I asked your earlier? Immortal like tusk-less elephants, your flesh I love to feel, and you think, I play with food. Turn a light on because I love, to see your shadow, turn a light on because I love, to see your shadow. What was the question I asked your earlier? Immortal like tusk-less elephants, your flesh, I love to feel, and you think, I play with food. Turn a light on because I love, to see your shadow, turn a light on because I love, to see your shadow.
Verse 2: I think I hit the brink of the crime we sing, the crisis at the peak of a marvelous sting, high low high side to side, up & down will go our crimson tide, bloody lens, I look through the blur, and doubt piles up from the breathing. I believe in the present, because I used to be reckless, fuck around & take your hex like the witch who invented it, play the board with only the piece I’ll win with, while the charm hanging here is lucrative. You relive the memories of your father being forced to forget, there’s a loop of joy in repeating yourself reliving that.
Chorus: What was the question I asked you earlier? Immortal like tusk-less elephants, your flesh I love to feel, and you think, I play with food. Turn a light on because I love, to see your shadow, turn a light on because I love, to see your shadow. What was the question I asked your earlier? Immortal like tusk-less elephants, your flesh, I love to feel, and you think, I play with food. Turn a light on because I love, to see your shadow, turn a light on because I love, to see your shadow.
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ayampee
05:06
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Chorus: Focus, I’m coming to on a mountain, look alive for my audience, I can’t die til I’m glorious. Focus, I’m coming to on a mountain, look alive for my audience, I can’t die til I’m glorious.
Verse: Like gravy’d cabbage, moist crunching on frozen mud. You feeling average? I’m above with my holy lunch, you heard that coming? You can only predict my slugs, when nukes are hidden, I scrap the mask with my sass, now my torture is my death, repeated eloquence, if I lose I lose with lessons of how to win, that’s obvious simple, the normal, it’s clever, the wind is my mistress I feel her whenever I’m tethered, & if that’s confusing I got my temper ready to tamper, one hit I’m good, i can punch past September in autumn, fresh from dreaming, yampees in my eyes from last night’s scheming, cold rocks to snatch in the evening I’m greetin’ heheing.
Chorus: Focus, I’m coming to on a mountain, look alive for my audience, I can’t die til I’m glorious. Focus, I’m coming to on a mountain, look alive for my audience, I can’t die til I’m glorious.
Verse 2: Captured, seldom luxury of the manufactured, as if acupuncture fled the scene of my doctor’s options, I feel pain still, as if the mockery of my sanity is needing a few pills, I handle that meal, when you tell me a deal I won’t feel is my last gamble, life only matters when you’re living for tomorrow. With yesterday as a stepping stone I’m covered with bones, & I’m too high to be protected by scarecrows, the shock of this is I’m comfortable where the wind blows, I feel tragic, my template is the presentation of holy, Earth is average, I don’t matter much to a universe that scavenges.
Chorus: Focus, I’m coming to on a mountain, look alive for my audience, I can’t die til I’m glorious. Focus, I’m coming to on a mountain, look alive for my audience, I can’t die til I’m glorious.
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leave
03:51
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Verse 1: To set sail I pull calculations... from aviation & vegetation, speak in these don’t make you god amongst men, we talk like everything that ain’t human, fuckin’ monsters with a grip on reality but for an idea we still choose insanity. Muster harsh because it’s the only real part of us, so if it’s blunt the trauma for egomania is forced, you don’t tango with the sun when you were wise since birth.
Chorus: Crustacean labels, I can’t have shellfish, the crabs in the bucket pull you down into compact, now if I sign that I’m slumped slumped & slumped. Now if I sign that I’m slumped slumped & slumped. Crustacean labels, I can’t have shellfish, the crabs in the bucket pull you down into compact, now if I sign that I’m slumped slumped & slumped. Now if I sign that I’m slumped slumped & slumped.
Verse 2: Am I the sun, the creator? Sibling of some teeth, as that mouth waters, seemingly forever just to eat its doppelgänger, tortured souls are cliches, and the niche of that is life is where you fuck up to play, I mean build so grab your legos with free will, and don’t spill the cognoscenti.
Chorus: Crustacean labels, I can’t have shellfish, the crabs in the bucket pull you down into compact, now if I sign that I’m slumped slumped & slumped. Now if if I sign that I’m slumped slumped & slumped. Crustacean labels, I can’t have shellfish, the crabs in the bucket pull you down into compact, now if I sign that I’m slumped slumped & slumped. Now if I sign that I’m slumped slumped & slumped.
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mode of something
02:00
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Chorus: Mode! for the traveler, the only path is torn by means of golden glee, in the form of a line, cut your brain open, to find what you found. Mode! for the traveler, the only path is torn by means of golden glee, in the form of a line, cut your brain open, to find what you found.
Verse: I can show you carnage, of course a carcass is limited, with the sunset of dim train lights in tunnels, if you can dig your way out that’s a blessing, if you can feel around, nothing’s a reminder, congrats if you’re back from purgatory, a hellish return to sender, as the ember snatched all of your whatevers, this is no place for nihilism. I got your sarcasm as if I had your nose, you held it up high & it got caught, caught in my testicles. So for every shooter is the rudimental mental surface & what’s gorgeous is I get views of the circumference, move it move it, it’s childish to stare while I’m talking, breathing, it’s crazy over here with faces, eclectic rhythm if you don’t know how to say this, I shook my fist to the flow of the danger, relinquished bliss & now I’m the target for my temper.
Chorus: Mode! for the traveler, the only path is torn by a means of golden glee, in the form of a line, cut your brain open, to find what you found. Mode! for the traveler, the only path is torn by a means of golden glee, in the form of a line, cut your brain open, to find what you found.
Verse 2: Time isn’t precious because when ego is involved most people don’t care about oscillating authentically. This isn’t the end. So there’s some sort of (hope?) for something or someone actually enlightening, right?
Chorus: Mode! for the traveler, the only path is torn by a means of golden glee, in the form of a line, cut your brain open, to find what you found. Mode! for the traveler, the only path is torn by a means of golden glee, in the form of a line, cut your brain open, to find what you found.
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Chorus: Toe the line, I bet I toe the line, cause you’re fine, yeah you’re mighty fine. Spontaneous is your every kiss, & I’ll kill you if you worship this.
Verse: Comatose before my absence was an overdose nearly deadly is who I breathe as, not braggin of my hot head, contagious with my third leg, like being half born half fed I’m critical, literal, Chauncey, Bog if @ me, the soul of a dark heart, sinister with my artificial feelings I’m accustom, loaded with phrases to make you feel tongue dumb, & croaking is my beefs in my head, I don’t have a problem if you choose to keep holding your head, your script is my interest, I can feel my delinquency, a moment to flash back to say you are me.
Chorus: Toe the line, I bet I toe the line, cause you’re mighty fine, yeah you’re mighty fine. Spontaneous is your every kiss, & I’ll kill you if you worship this.
Verse 2: I’m your sub in two ways, I’m too big & little, I switch sides only for you, you get it, you know how my truth goes, you used to call them loopholes, it makes sense that our son is squirmy, you’re like a wormhole, & I’m a hole with worms, I don’t make you squirm I do the squirm, you fell in love with a creature, i used to only touch your soul with my penis, now grab them with my hands, & play fair because that’s what marriage is
Chorus: Toe the line, I bet I toe the line, cause you’re mighty fine, yeah you’re mighty fine. Spontaneous is your every kiss, & I’ll kill you if you worship this.
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boring
03:03
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Verse: I think of your timing differently, look at you & look at me.... I think of my timing differently, look at you & look at me.... Crimson, crimson nightingale waves for me to be there, and now this is my cons..., don’t expect me to bail, stuck in this prison, ego is the grounding I’m given, punished to repeat myself, it’s all self living from here, I won’t cop to any transgression, here to be fear. I’m locked away while repeating myself. There’s no such thing as ego death so this is my hell. There’s no such thing as ego death so this is my hell.
Chorus 1: Boring, lonely in the abyss, lawless, oh faithful lawless. Lawless, oh faithful lawless. Boring, lonely in mirrored mist.
Verse 2: To manifest, with low steps at high mechs, I keep seeing swiss, cheesy fuckers with grins, low clepto chances, I use to take, I use to take souls, now my muddaskunt is the death that I’m owed. Freshly tortured with the smell of my soul, I can breathe, check me, the board is always for the taking, worshipped, my mask is my face. Do you see where I’m sitting? My mask is my face. Do you hear what I’m eating?
Chorus 2: Always for the takin’ is the boring board, as the street gets swept for the early birds, they can’t believe I snatched control of me, my head was harder than what, protected me. Always for the takin’ is the boring board, as the street gets swept for the early birds, they can’t believe I snatched control of me, my head was harder than what, protected me.
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clockworki
02:00
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lands
02:25
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Chorus: Oh I know, I got a rough landing.
Verse: Winged chipped with nausea, his focal is atrocious with bosses of Ls, but he wins when a plane comes, indestructible, the bombing of a vet in his jet is the only thing that can bring feelings of grounded weight. I can see his face, it’s morbid & loony lookin’ like a goon not slaying some femme fatale pussy, incredible lookin’ dearest you’re cooking in my suburban voice, I resurrected with a demon’s maybe, everything religious looks precious, ain’t that a twist, I can feel moving hearts, I’m glad I touched it.
Chorus: ..
Verse 2: My seeds feet on grass probably grew the grass more, & what’s absolutely gorgeous is he hasn’t even spouted, lavish is the life of a child with the average, or maybe I’m saying too much & should check on his advancement before lunch, I care, maybe I care too much, I may drop dead or I may erupt & of course I don’t want anyone steering how I combust.
Chorus: ..
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