Yo baby boy cant take a joke...
take a seat, take a rope...
jump off & try to make it choke
put you in a stone masons home
illuminati
rollin in the bugatti
feeling John Gotti
writing so godly
my template got me
sendin steel from the shotty
turn up the radio & party
cut lines down & snot me
snort me? prolly...
I dont give a piss in the potty
write shitty on tp...
watch me
this is so easy
so gaudy
woop woop
thats the sound of the police
try to make sense in your own rhymes
puuuhhhhhleeeease

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the cell is in my mental I send signals to the spaceship
my defense tells my senses to get through the wall & break shit
safety off with a great kick, let me show you my fields goal
decipher the foundation & steel sword that I now wield....so.....
its the visionary, make ya soul jam when I start to pick berries
turn their wisdom cherry colored, daily news that their lip carries.
another distant vocabulary that translates to blindness & ignorance
between onesided single syllable sentences that I add an A too
so while you getting denied I roll that 47 Ronin and just spray you..
the artistic portrayal of a mad man with so many played tricks.
that when the day flips its just a new way to say the same shit.
Im between daily prayer & credo, a grin & a double dare to beast though.
blind swordsman who has seen his fair share of evil, compare the equals
keep a diabetic mindset, every shot at me is the cure to your sweetness
feed the boar when its teeth fixed, feeling unsure in the precinct...
a forgotten thesis that bares resemblance to tomb raiding & dead languages.
I never understood what they said....anguishes...
anxiousness...how do you get away with it?

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I drift in haze as all previous thoughts eclipse the day
the gymnast breaks concentration as time slips away.
Same shit, different day; leave every witness slain.
the point is given in vain...give that persistence away
send it with your pride off to where the winners hide
kisses from the lips of life, fare thee well, get it right.
get it on course, get inside, get it when the gitn is nice...
float away to a distant lie where all types of commitments die.
slip & slide. a different story for a different time.
the hands on the clock walk backwards, life of a distant mind
look at how commitment binds to persistence's height..
the ground is worse than the fall, Im cursing the hall
creating a diversion for yall, camped up internment with thought.
burning the ball of their heel, the stove isnt turning or off.
something is yearning to talk but thats absurd in this version of wall

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Pat a cake, pat a cake, Im winning in argyle
sinning with a smile while spinning in the aisle
Im picking up styles from the linen of a child
can I fit in? try to but I think innocence is vile
the mission of the wild is to over-exaggerate
let the soldier marinate & unfold the battered cake
the manager ate his fair share then kissed fair thee well
& that airy smell that lingers left me wary...hell...
if we are sharing cells you better be sharing well.
get the bucket & fuck it jack, in your errors fell...
a selfish smell that hits you like the soiled clothes
a well oiled soul will be renewed once boiled slow.
what a joyous role we all partake in for royal notes
I stain the glass looking more like a pain in the ass
displaying a act of brevity when Im inane in fact
or innate to that or is it just insane to state the fact?
Im brazen, blazin raps while you search for table scraps
bunny ears to the cable...what a way to act...
did you see that? get that mufucker to change it back
put it in the adjacent jack & lets watch with an angled slant
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dedicated & headstrong, developed in a dead thought
miracle worker using a desktop..
spinning like a hedgehog, killing it during red dawn.
watch out for the throw down & leg drop.
body chops & head shots,,,the finisher Sunset Hot
putting a dead to your garbage & cesspools
disrespect you, broadcast it & sell it as a rental
raised in South Central, with a degree & pedestal
the cell can call the jet through, mind-bend extraterrestrial
the heights you ascend to turn into a telethon type special
word to Ali them meteorites are Rocky & destructive...
my hobby is corrupted obscene to the eyes with substance
diseased in the mind with dumb shit, dodge & duck bitch
Im quacked on some Bugs shit, my finale for the public.
began with repugnance, I get HAM on them subs kid...
my manners are fuck it, take the receipt & brag to the public
I go bananas with a blunt lit & a bag full of pumpkins...
the impact of the gun power will snap like a sunflower.
the reload make the punks cower...ashes to run around her.
Rosie O Donnell, Perez & Buck Rogers....moonlighting as a Son donor...
you'll get run over before I eat my lunch partna...
my delivery & my puns hotter, the willy nilly & bug poacher...
hand on a unplugged holster & let the hunch drop ya...
madness on a drunk saga while, Ill turn your mind into a slug owner...
clap for that flag that you hug...soldier....

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Here for fun, but never stop till im dun, sun, i cannot succumb,
On a Big Pun Drum I RIP shit,
The Unrealistic critic, sold by a speculative gimmic,
Break off the limits and kill all the critics,
rocketship spirits,
Go up explode left heartless sharp lyrics,
Like shrapnel I'm ample to end beef like cattle,
Preception has become peoples collection of memory
Search for identity

I turn your whole squad into a Human centipede
if you brown nose you shit faced, it makes sense to me.
a lack of gentry standing in the back seat mentally.
theres 3 other seats but you try getting next to me?
IM SNATCHIN THAT HELMET I cant help it, blessed me...
theres another penalty that put me a few yards back
putting more air through these fools, full on lifeguard attack
I pen each lyric on some type of erotic pad...
when I finger through the blood I get a dollar back.
get it in early cause Im on my manana swag.
the king got em shook like where my maracas at?
Ill put your career to loading up a McDonalds bag.
have you crashing the couch at your grand mamas pad
have you serving up more bites than a piranha pack
school or whatever....
abuse the punks sweater...
take his shoes....& whatever

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Your guardian angel I spit game to the heavenly bitches
tellin them chill girl the clips rain & Im deadin these bitches
but 7 in your wife with the other 7 in your mistress...
theres so much to game you have to learn my blessed apprentice
if 9 of them witness then thats fucked with a capital h brah
thats a battle for 8 odds sending them off to based god
praise the spaceships & apricots I got another bone to pick
the point is a bowl of shit you can put that on all your paper bwoi
my joints play DJ before the beat down I tell ya make some noise
I sip poison with a broken lip that splits with the daily word
lick wounds with salt in a tequila shot with & catered worm...
for 20 years in that bottle he sat, you gotta pay homage to that
treat a sweet 16 between where you would bondage that ass.
I got a problem with cats but my dawgs howl if you wantin them scraps
I send prayers with the ashes & the rest of this sunrise.
if I blow on them bastards the mirrors pop like SURPRISE!!!
you bound to shower in that shit, Lebroning in the freshest whiff
takeover like pestilence, strike...shut up Donnie...your out of your element

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yo....my boy best friends name is Livingsteen
Livingstein? imagine where I fix each treat...
boil the cauldron & kick it to a high degree..
what you tryna be? the eye of the future is blind...
& I see...got a pair of mittens to control heat
binging on my 4th week, look at what they sold me...
when I bust a rhyme I say....gimme some more...
listening to busta rhymes like....gimme some more...
my mind spirals in Capital Punishment & Liquid Swords
track 12 off of Cuban Linx with a feature from Nas.
the depiction of art when the boss starts twisting ya arm
pick em apart I lift my blunt that sits on the bar...
you dream about young money & Nicki Minaj
I dream of fortunes behind the oasis of a mirage..
my physics sends me to the distance of the stars
now Im feeling odd...now Im feeling like God...
I see the galaxy floating around me....wow..