For Christ sakes, this genius is dope
Rice cakes, Guinesses, blow
The type day that evenings just glow
They float and flutter like halo-y covers
Clover, four leafs pouring. I pray no dream suffers
Let's all judge, categorize & label eachother
Rap a raw rhyme, that angel wing clucker
Try to take the turns clean but the table seems cluttered
Born fatal w/freestyles, gormet-ing you these sounds like tornadoes of deep house
You want to talk to ancients? I'm that cross hanging that bleeds down
Gosh dang it I eat clouds and vent the rain, vent the steam
bend the game, invent a stream
Never mention aim, they're too dense to think
Pencil, ink, whatever. Gimme it
I just say what I feel, fuck clever you idiots
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"black as midnight..black as pitch
blacker than the soul of the foulest witch"
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