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Chrome spokes they windmill, so cold the windchill
on deck, the Celsius keeps the cup distilled roaming passed landmarks, my past moments is stilled in still life, can reel it and roll it in to film I try to choreograph the war into laughs.... The cornerstones and bury the warriors axe and quarrels we had so corny morals and codes mixed feelings, morse code, mixed signals foretold, I met real friends on morse road, Lou Ferrigno 'tosterones, niggas swallowed gulps of hulk and act brolic past conscious, my new location - I stacked and accessed knowledge ... Of self, wanted help but got corrupted, niggas wasn't hunnid I could place a couple times into couplets how they left me hunted disgusted disgruntled, went dolo toughened my muscle lit a fire under me ... Y'all gone be stuck in that rubble Life shuffled the cards from the deck I played my hands y'all quick to spade the man, watch em hate and place a grand against me, hot hands, watch em break a man and make a brand, bet the hate'll make em raise a brandish iron on me oh the irony I'm iron man Chest beat is empty, ain't fond of ya green with envy showing they stripes, all I wanted was solid brothers Last edited by Quarter O; 05-11-2016 at 03:32 PM. |
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