01-25-2014, 09:56 PM | #1 |
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Physchos
we like our shit fame resistant.
Ex and I write scripts sedated in vacant prisons.. ..brainwaves in matrix prisms.. we levitate in deep space and meditate to sacred visions. ..and face 8 devisions of ancient rhyme wizzards.. raid training villages re-painting lymne pillars.. Ay ven.. to ours who's frames are fuckin' challenging? we were bound in caves then taken under an ancient dragons wing! We entice the finger.. some 'bird snatchers'.. ya'll get beaten up by a couple saloon locals. When scotty keys up and locks in our crew-code-you'll, 'Flock' when-we-drop and get-'caught', in-a-'box' ..with the view totals. Im ..fly.. like that. Ven and I ride like that.. Psychedelic phsycos write rhymes in cyanide labs. Bite the shine off a biotite slab and snipe a plane in flight through the night with an isomer dynamite blast! Knife your wife in a fireside rap.. Key the code in the bomb strapped to a tire rim on her Cadillac.. Kick back and spit to the silent stars.. With ex tripping sack and ven in the tent skinning Kiser's arm! We're psychotic cyborg life forms in skyward light orbs 5 guide and hide inside my corpse. ..we.. raid your 'screens' like Rucker park.. It's.. 'screen-play' for weak-days we're-'game' when others aren't. . ..we're.. on the freeway on our speedway shit.. grease-spray and street-clay while we-pray the jeep-frame don't come apart!
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