Shake It While You Preach Peace (feat. Willy Black)

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Layers Thompson, Dunzo Donalds

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Layers Thompson is this real
Is it real
Dunzo Donalds is it real
It's real baby
Wish that I could write raps with a calculator
Dunzo feels emasculated
Mild heart palpitator
How many cigarette butts does it take
To absorb an entire great lake
I taste fakes
Something's resonating in my consciousness
Each and every Saturday
Which is everyday, by the way
BT Double, and there's really nothing left to say
Who was put in charge of the large text book industry
Everyone's conforming and the next look timidly
It's okay to make mistakes
I fumble with a note pad
Handwriting's dope mad, been sitting on the rope dad
And it's a really tight one
I balance like the yin and yang
The man of tao is absent
I struggle just to have sense
Dunzo is a cat's sin
If a cat had a moral code
I mean could you tell me 'cos I actually don't know
Fragrance and aura are the same thing
We bounce between people like a pinball machine
Completely and totally intoxicated by my dreams and fantasies
Could be a tragedy
If it weren't the trajectory, there'd be nothing left to see
Wowie, what a real bummer
Lookin' bummy on a thug tree
Walkin' to the water spigot
Hopin' that there's just a little
Who can satiate
I practice radical honesty only with select group
My mind is a marching band that only plays depressing tunes
The band that plays the blues and various solos
Shake it while you preach peace
Show 'em what the high road looks like
Shake it while you preach peace
Show 'em what the high road looks like
Shake it while you preach peace
Show 'em what the high road looks like
Shake it while you preach peace
Show 'em what the high road looks like
Shake it while you preach peace
Show 'em what the high road looks like
Shake it while you preach peace
Show 'em what the high road looks like
I'm asking questions
Will they ever make a robot as stupid as a person
I'm in church for the organ spasms and the stained glass
Use it, music, to crack em
You're stuck in the eye-brain vacuum
Oh, to live for a frame
Accelerate, accelerate
Will Forest, it's Whimcity.cock
Sayin' something fake is real
The ground is all banana peels
Animal in this plane, that's Whimcity
Building things mingling to ding-a-ling
Right versus left, fooled by Twix Market
I'll do some shit that makes my dick gardening
And barter with snakes
Passive forces rule you
Ying-Yang thang
Yin Damn dang-a-ling
It's all allowance, fallin' into it
The ground is bananas, the ground is bananas
Wasted flimsical forces
Phallic spaceship trips to infinity
Headass born mini-me's
Austin Power, I got it
Awesome, flowering, budding
What's up, buddy
Who wants to hear the Christmas crullaby
From a fuller guy
Hunger is not a thing
All you gotta do is care
And boom, you're there
Felt like the weasel guy
And I slid to a new lens
Knowing that me's a lie
Just a collision of true friends
Yes, yes
I've lived a good, long life, type beat
I've lived a good, long life, type beat
I've lived a gr- great
It's all - It's been so fuckin' beautiful

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