Lyrics:
to hunt for ley lines
And memorize all sixty-four characters
Yeah, in these rucksack dreams
The symbol card catalogue system
I swung away from the mic
could ask your sister
If she doesn't bring her Basset Hound
Ask the things you shouldn't miss
Tape hiss and the Modern Man
The Cold War and Card
could ask your sister
If she doesn't bring her Basset Hound
Ask the things you shouldn't miss
Tape hiss and the Modern Man
The Cold War and Card
But can you climb to your feet and be proud
Of what you have of what you've made
What's on your shelf?
What's in your card catalogue?
Today I
and that's a damn good start
I mean, Uh
I'm a fucking walking paradox
A cannon ball with tatted arms and tarot cards
My catalogue mix Avantgarde with hand
Ready fi go a we yard
Sickning with the swag if a shopping
So you know we spend a bag like
A shopaholic with a black card
Loui catalogue When we a record
that
Are we catalogue humans?
Oyster cards stay tracking our movements
Forget Myspace don't watch that
I ain't feeding Murdock
Or looking at girls
Hypothetical and safer
While she's thumbing through her catalogues
Picking birthday cards and fingerscars
I guess she's lonelier than you
And if this box
(Kream Clicc Gang, bang, Retro card nigga)
Best out, no one's compatible
Kream Gang, we radical
We throwed in the game
Like sweeps and foreign
ball
Yeah I pull up to your spot
I'm just here to go ball what I wear
Yeah just know this ain't
From the catalogues
Anything just for that money
Pockets
Come around we got the family together you
Gotta back yourself your the primary investor
I don't battle rappers I just do it better
My back catalogue
I'm on South Beach with that top off
Bad bitch and her ass soft
Something outta that catalogue
She introduced to that lock jaw
And I think her name
about battle, but they ain't battle dog (nah)
My rap sheet is longer than niggas catalogues (what)
Fuck you battle for? You know you ain't winnin'
out that catalogue
Can't believe my eyes
So many women without a flaw
And I ain't gonna give it up
Steady, tryna pick it up, like a call
I'mma hit it,
When the sunrise hits and the sky turns turns red
Saint Laurent boulevard Like we the walking dead
Another night on the card so she can stay in bed
a drag
Man, I thought I had it in the bag
Then I got my report card and
This is what it said
I'm being held back
I'm being held back (Being held back)
I'm
He's bidding on it now for a Subbuteo catalogue '81-'82
He'll win it, put it in a draw, and forget he ever bought it
Holding on to something
And not
with the top off
Bad bitch and her ass soft
Something outta that catalogue
She introduced to that lock jaw
and I think her name was Lisa
Or maybe it was
and then I give them grade B's
Send 'em up into the death
I'm holding red cards like the ref'
And you be holding onto blue crystals meth
And you don't wanna
the thirteenth knot (Hangman)
I arrange panoramic of a plastic catalogue
And where wild dogs sing tailor-made lullabies tried by my offspring
I'll bring
Yeah, I own property and land, I'm in popular demand
'Cause the catalogue is long, I got more songs than Robert Plant
If you dissin', you get hit,
Bitch I'm paragon
I'm might set it off
In a marathon
I might run a mile
Got my catalogue
It'll fend em' off
I'm the matadon
Bigger than em' all
a tip
Ichigo choppa he catchin them hollows
Soon got the 40 and i got the 5th
Do that addition you catchin alot those
Pullin yo card like im hittin
Cant wait on nobody if i do i might starve
Gotta play my cards right stay rollin dice
I ain't tryna survive I'm tryna live life
To the fullest i stay
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