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Brian Gonsr & PNDR.

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Paging verses out some Chomsky in the vents
Do keep an eye to what exactly you digest
And in disgust, I speak of greed and calm regrets
We put up funds, come meet my team of modest men, wait
It's me and P, we building dreams out bottomless
The catalog been sewing seeds, the cognizance
Been cogging stem and smoking rent of Romulus
Alotted bread, I told her save some for the rest please
All my neighbors good, the players good, don't bench me
Destiny ain't manifested through the West, see
We from the North and you can smell it, know the scent g
I know the scenes, I grew through snow then Spring ascend me
I know the means, I grew through ends, it sing revenge
Birds was chirping, coffee brewing, we pretend
That we all good dog, I know everybody pressed
That's the day and age, paper plates and cigarettes, aye
No white lighters that i'm pictured with
My lineage is limericks
I'm Icarus, illuminating
Triple six hallucinating
Devils on me bickering
Heaven we considering
The answers in the words
Heard my word is bond, yo word ain't worth
My worth truly absurd
And I think about that s**t with every taste of food I serve
I'm in the kitchen cooking, yes chef
Baby, you the best dressed
Dread, yes
Smoking, ashes on cement steps
Way i'm eating beats, i'm surprised that I ain't dead yet
E-S-T was 2010, spitting off 360 headsets
I can't leave until they book us at the Rolling Loud
That's a pipe dream
Got season tickets to the smoking lounge, BG
I could give a f**k if anybody hear this s**t
I fall on fallen ears then I won't trip over appearances
A myriad of eyes on me, all times, pyramid
From Braavos to Winterfell, the ops is small as Tyrion
I'm looking for the way out, jonesing for the road home
Sick and tired of everyone, they sell me for the low low
Been me on my dolo, khakis from Kyoto
Wrist, it isn't gold but it don't matter, f**k that logo
F**k Cuomo, yo dojo, snap New York City photos
The New York that i'm from and all them seniors hold that door fo'
New York that i'm from not really New York, it's the North Pole
They tote poles in morse code, shots could spell out your soul
Cost of what I want depicts a dream that's built from Legos
Don't get what I need to feed my stomach, one g Eggo
BG on his Plato, Socrates, his George Berkeley
Longest way around is not the shortest, know the Lord heard me
Yelling and screaming but not begging and pleading
I'm not spending my weekends on silly gooses, the greyest
He got the rack, not the latest
I got it thrifted or gifted
The family ties inconsistent
He borderline Athiestic
We traumatized, it's the business
I'm in the business of reminiscing
Dismissing, not gon' listen
Swisher kisser, city slicker
Liquor, i'm gon' fishing
Zips of that Don Lemon
Pen game is John Lennon
End of my talk, vented, run it

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