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trippin on this dankness
Think I'm in a spaceship cause I'm floatin weightless
Spinnin wheels almost flamin whippin like I'm brakeless

No waffles or bacon

everything 
In the process" 

Higher and higher
Be numb by darkness
Walk into this reign of dankness 
So now you've witnessed this damnation 
First to destroy

the Bongo River to the Heart of Dankness
You know we're saving the rap game, no need to fucking thank us
Cop swag from L.L.Bean, I live a hypebeast dream
My

to get anxious chillin with the ganstas,

Now I call ‘em family, they pull up with the dankness,

Armed and they dangerous, and they sellin’ great stuff

Woken to darkness surround
Cold, slate stone-laden ground
Dankness, air fills my lungs
Cavern in mountainous realm
Rumbling beneath and within

escapes this
I need to erase this
I cant leave you in this dankness
I need to erase this
Chasing the master
Breaking the scene
These skies aren't real
Not

The dankness of alleys was held in her cries
He watched from the doorways with bedlinen eyes

The folly of paupers in broad breath regaled
He tripped on a divot

the wind

I ran, oh Lord I ran I ran

I cannot tell you what would happen next
There are certain things a man don't own
But in the dankness of that corridor

we implement
The smoke screen
We're getting high
While the shadow people
Cough in the dankness
The scuba dude admits defeat Makes retreat

Of bending boughs
Where so often at dusk you
Used to be

Till in darkening dankness
The yawning blankness
Of the perspective
The perspective that sickens me

bizarre
Dank air seeping into nostrils, rancid as the years of desertion
Against all befitting instincts, push the door and access the dankness

Outside

a bully
Beating up my lungs with your dankness
But you take away the sadness
Got me day dreaming about the lady in the red dress
Yea I'm in the matrix

I feel the dankness
And you love me all around
And I'm moving in slow mo
Wanna see me but you wanna keep me on the low low
Asking me for favors think

This Story Must Be Told

Nomeansno

Dance of the Headless Bourgeoisie

1998

and this story must be told.

In the light I see, nothing left of me, when the dankness falls, I will see it all