Cigarette Cassette

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It's hard for me to sit still in my Regional I'm motile
Cause life's like a car crash where The vehicle is totaled
Speaking with a filter, it's not Feasible To be vocal
Especially when seizures are Unreasonable to the focal
Vision when decision, in desperate Need of a redo
Peripherals are blurred and the Jungles to dense to see through
They Identify as she where the Feminine say he who
Confuses what's consensual sex With that's me too
The tension in the air is way to Thick To cut
It's like smoke burning up from a Cigarette butt
The super model slut on her Silhouette strut
Made with a green screen watch The Shadow get nuts
To come out the woodworks peep The holy mottos
Baby don't got back she suffers From Scoliosis
Who's really the goat, your lines Are Not ferocious
By Saying mines atrocious with Magical hocus-pocus

Keep your cancer sticks in a Cigarette cassette
You might got to rewind, then Stop to Eject
A square to calm your nerves, Everybody know it serves
Appetizers like hors D' oeuvres Blowing from women with curves
Like a winding road, with no stop Signs ahead
Drop lines like a editor popping Them Drop
Bleeding the color red from toxins That bled
From the artery, I know apart of Me Dread's

My intellectual's perpetual high Extraterritorial
Those who get technical are brain Dead vegetables
Move the decimal with interests That Are far from credible
Comatose from the micro dose Mixed with edibles
The psychedelic tablet's a Duplication
Am I trapped in the matrix Hallucination
My euphemism on the red and Blue Pill says who will
These are night and day quill trust Me I spill True skills
Your lines are delinquent like Over Due bills
I Liquid lighter fluid frequent like A Barbecue grill
You corn farm to table, torn from The Barn stable
Born but my Arm's in the cradle it Will Alarm your prenatal
To be at length of the table testing The strength of the cable
It enables the label to teach a Lesson The fable
Of a pathological liar, falsifies Through the wire
Igniting Setting fires on people They Secretly admire

Keep your cancer sticks in a Cigarette cassette
You might got to rewind, then Stop to Eject
A square to calm your nerves, Everybody know it serves
Appetizers like hors D' oeuvres Blowing from women with curves
Like a winding road, with no stop Signs ahead
Drop lines like a editor popping Them Drop
Bleeding the color red from toxins That bled
From the artery, I know apart of Me Dread's

Dead batteries drink red daiquiris
Charging with liquid courage we Discourage said factory's
Building Acura's accurately
Actually, accommodations are Immaculately
Designed with a outline that
Contrast's a groovy
Feeling that the cinematic Projector's  In movies
Cast on screen even if it's goofy
Melo dramatic dialogue get critics
To blog loosely
Mr. number one there's nothing New Under the sun
What was did has been done hear The thunder from my gun
Feel it smack off ligaments just for Fun
Your finale will end, way before it Begun
Getting Face to face, then watch us Escape the case
While we Video tape the scrape My Digi go takes the cake
Like a bakery's pastry the Cynicism  Tasty
They get evicted, before they can Fill The vacancy

Keep your cancer sticks in a Cigarette cassette
You might got to rewind, then Stop to Eject
A square to calm your nerves, Everybody know it serves
Appetizers like hors D' oeuvres Blowing from women with curves
Like a winding road, with no stop Signs ahead
Drop lines like a editor popping Them Drop
Bleeding the color red from toxins That bled
From the artery, I know apart of Me Dread's

When I rap I kill all skepticism
My lyrical mechanism's fuel Injected With isms
Corrupt nepotism get in-depth in The Prism
Refracting strobe lights you can Step To the rhythm
Intricate schemes served in Full Increment gleams
That shine off the surface but the Incident deems
To be a bogus disregard from a Belligerent fiend
With a criminal career the Subliminals you hear
In the inner ear drum some fear The Queers come
Read Sodom and Gomorrah, most Of Them near dumb
I fear I'm numb, from these fairy Sugarplums
Who guitar strum on a hobo that Bums
On a gimmick that manufactures Synthetic success
They mimic concepts hoping the Fractured are impressed
Little that they know we won't Settle For less
It's perverted like lifting a skirt Looking under the dress

Keep your cancer sticks in a Cigarette cassette
You might got to rewind, then Stop to Eject
A square to calm your nerves, Everybody know it serves
Appetizers like hors D' oeuvres Blowing from women with curves
Like a winding road, with no stop Signs ahead
Drop lines like a editor popping Them Drop
Bleeding the color red from toxins That bled
From the artery, I know apart of Me Dread's

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Written by: Anthony Clark

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