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Incaaddition
02:00
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Don’t take much to shoot Don’t take much to kill We body people and still end up a meal We multiply and still end up a deal. See the dotted line, firing squad to kill. Don’t take much to shoot, don’t take much to kill, we body niggas, & still end up a meal. We multiply, and still end up a deal. See the dotted line, firing squad to kill.
Method acting live cuts at the border of thought, I almost slipped into the deep end of credible haunt. So death makes us better according to some, and killing brings us closer to being reborn to nothing, I would kill for that holiday stuffing, watch me float, I’m gorgeous feeling goregrish while dawn lit the moat, terrible eye ideas, my brain is open & sees you, spots the glorious change, feel pressure but not before I feel great, with the weight of my clay, art foundation, to play king at the sight of a day, in my nation, at peace with gleaming smiles to light up, I’m a son for the killers, a soldier not for hire but for loyalty triggers.
Don’t take much to shoot, it don’t take much to kill, we body people, & still end up a meal. We multiply, and still end up a deal. See the dotted line, firing squad to kill. Don’t take much to shoot, it don’t take much to kill, we body niggas, & still end up a meal. We multiply, and still end up a deal. See the dotted line, firing squad to kill.
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Document Sticky
02:39
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Found my manic at the sound of being tragic, I’m dramatic, put a mirror in my motherfucking casket, it reminds me I’m dead, cause if I feel alive I come for heads, to gain a thought, shootin’ pumps to gain a heart, spray the blood, make the art, feel the mumps, move the lethal. Rat tat tat rat niggas shoot now, they feeling evil, play all the chess, you’re still a coward burning people, blunt is out, an outdated tribunal, we watch we burn, creeping with lack of concern as we earn feasts, jumping over feats with injury prone feet to hit the sleet, slick bullets will enter your cortex as we meet in the hive, the mind dies slow when you’re climbing up high, just a little.
Minuscule ridicule, will manifest, self hate will relay monotonous text, with pride I rise, to take a breathe, with pride I rise, to take a breathe.
Kid in crowd yelling... I can shoot, give me a pass! Fur handle grip, kill tickled his hand as quick as a tick, now we reminisce on sick gods. Oh the odds the odds the odds, the odds, the odds. Oh the odds the odds the odds, the odds, the odds. Oh the odds the odds the odds, the odds, the odds.
Minuscule ridicule, will manifest, self hate will relay monotonous text, with pride I rise, to take a breathe, with pride I rise, to take a breathe.
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Delusional when real, I question truth when built, I settle weapons for the best kill, we mob til death of re-election. Delusional when real, I question truth when built, I settle weapons for the best kill, we mob til death of re-election.
Never been a gangsta, but I popped nines, riding bikes on dirty plies getting filthy & mild, a wise guy. feeling muddy inside, loaded temper to shoot your shell off with my shelled thoughts, believe myself at times when I’m pissed off, so give me closure, I’m melodramatic & ageless, immortal bitch face, damn niggas calling me cute & shit. Bunch of prison fleeces creeping like a leach masquerading as street sweepers, pseudo hitmen with more guns than fight to die tonight. What’s the purpose of an agitator? Like me I mean, like me I mean, my love’s rapists is gettin’ guillotined for you to see, I feel spacious, load the faces, the father of the god of heaven is a god, word to Muhammad’s knowledge.
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Till You (Become)
01:53
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Made in trouble land, chaotic architecture, watch a foundation crumble to the earth, until we lose our birth, creaking through the next life. Made in trouble land, chaotic architecture, watch a foundation crumble to the earth, until we lose our birth, creaking through the next life.
The queen wants your head, you’re to be aborted, snatched from the life you thought wasn’t morbid, naive little ones pile up before dusk and the odor bothers some they rather sniff the musk of monarchy’s hairy armpits. The buildings fall while we weep of depression, if I had pills to change my world I would pop to see a difference while the world is unchanged, not cynical when I sorta feel discomfort towards your faceless cubicles. Dead ends have U turns, so you should turn because enough you learned at the border concern, the edge of after-burn, good riddance to hell, your kingdom is both alive & dead.
Made in trouble land, chaotic architecture, watch a foundation crumble to the earth, until we lose our birth, creaking through the next life. Made in trouble land, chaotic architecture, watch a foundation crumble to the earth, until we lose our birth, creaking through the next life.
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Grins
00:59
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Cobweb Letters
04:46
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Comp Mural SL77
02:51
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Tally
02:24
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Lord have mercy, men scream in curtsies. When we envision the soft, mics go off to the sound of chaos. Lord have mercy, men scream in curtsies. When we envision the soft, mics go off to the sound of chaos.
Precious rap niggas with word gems, a germ with each word they project, a reptile reps snakehood in my woods, hanging from a hooded tree to pick you up into your death, because lets face, heaven ain’t the feeling men said it will be, you have to die 5 times over & the gamble ain’t free, roll the dice & the metaphor shows your head on a trip, cruising until your numbers fit what you’ll leave with.
Mediocrity is a daffodil fool, so the temperament of a ghoul gotta dress like you lose, & never play a piece before you know where it goes. Prideful deadbeats pick the flow of the hoes, so it make sense they go wherever their daddy goes.
Lord have mercy, men scream in curtsies. When we envision the soft, mics go off to the sound of chaos. Lord have mercy, men scream in curtsies. When we envision the soft, mics go off to the sound of chaos.
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Channel 54 Channel 73
01:49
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Father good to mother good to us, we bleed hardly really feel anything in anything of anything for anything with anything. Father good to mother good to us, we bleed hardly really feel anything, in anything of anything for anything.
Her memories take bullets out of symmetry for sympathy, playing in fields of common doubt kills, when blood is out for blood of blood the field gains color, a human has to die for you to recover. Violent rules of men to feel entitled to cousins, they say his mother’s a witch, witches don’t kill rapists.
Imps with quarters, daughters moving borders with lines, schemes, frantic are dreams of men who lose penmanship. Won’t tell you directly who I am on entry, pieces come together, might be lonely. Homely bullets rain upon heads & took legs, run ups only happen when you’re near death, weakness for both sides, lets see who in your crew rides.
Father good to mother good to us, we bleed hardly really feel anything in anything of anything for anything with anything. Father good to mother good to us, we bleed hardly really feel anything, in anything of anything for anything.
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What better is truth if youth is the whisper heard from pyramid goons? We can lie in a restless encounter, get hit once & lose. With schemes to kill a man, usual son of Sam, holding help for myself, I can take a little bit to relinquish death, fuck around lose sleep & stay up born. Tear me down a few feet to feel these thorns, divine time.
Think swollen hell, family function on Epstein’s Island, where the fish float like the children by it, fish like them don’t belong, their choice was to walk the new world as new kids with brat fibs, but the face of a victim only exits while we exist to speak like this. Who’s the martyr on days when we need something to praise? Slit the throat of a serpent if you want to be paid, money to face, eyes wide, shut off from the kind who divide, that’s everyone inside the outside, reality is clear some just interpret high times.
Wrestle with the insane, I bet you won’t know, to tango with the crazy is a full joke. Wrestle with the insane, I bet you won’t know, to tango with the crazy is a full joke.
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