I'm a Mayan mind
Genealogy traced to the gaiyan rise
I glide like I'm aligned with the skies at night
You stay stuck and deprive the light
But claim thug, get a sentence, hang tough, cuz u can't even write
Grab ass cheek tonight
Cuz I'm not in the pin
While you're rotting, in a block as sim plis tic
as the thought process you're limited to
It's the intimate truth
Wait, imminent doom
Tienneman minute men rippin through you
Get the vision you fool I'm equipped with it
Stage the incident in which you lose your significance
Performing persona is pestilent piece of shit pest, and being a beast is the only prerequisite
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BIRDHORSE 8-15
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