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all your energy
And our study of semantic memory

That car crash made us realize what was lost
Our youth and our beliefs in the occult
Your eyes glowed

Dare I try to make do. I can't put two and two. I'm
Through. I can't rhyme for shit. I can only feel the
Way the rhythm moves me around my semantic

to a penitentiary
Episodic and semantic memory
Chemically loaded
And I'm locked inside a panic room

Sleeping with my eyes
Wide open a dagger in my mind
Glowing

to do to get past this 
Got to meditate and answer, don't remember me asking, I'm

Icy with the chain, Cuban with the gold links
Hold my memories ajar

They crawled through the backstreets
Searching for the rapture
In the dirtiest of corners
New memories to capture
They were pissing on each other

Hashing out our clashes and it's bringing back these memories
It's alarming that you do not remember things
Moments I was vulnerable
Because to me they

skrt ain't a fucken word
Tell your semantics to the fucken dirt
Everything I deserve is out of reach
Not entitled, it's called acknowledging
If you're

risking early transit
To the pen house hoping God leading life was placid
Sit back blazing harsh having memory lapses
Generations of corrupt scammers

Let's go visit some memories
Oh any particular ones
Do you wanna see my first boner
Or should we go straight to moment
I discovered Interdimensional

my canvas
You're over the antics
Semantics, you're acting manic
You think your mine cause I fuck you on my time
It's strange for us to ever do what we

hurt you
And semantics try to scramble everything you've come to know as facts
It's the virtue of a humble man to have a plan and
Take the fam into your

wallpapers of axiomatic semantics
As systematic wind blows up dust dunes into melodramatic schisms
Reflecting mood of the bare room
A chained rhyme freely

You kiss me then you walk away
I call it romantic
But all I'm left with is the pain
And some hollow semantics

I'm alone, you're on a plane 
Another

Speaking of semantics
I understand this
You try to be heard
What is the word?
What are the antics you plan on pursuing?
Are you even human?
Keep

to the memory of
My nigga Fred Jordan
He used to tell me matadors need a lungoring
My horn pourin' out you like juice
Bitch nigga turn your platinum chain
Into

life shit, don't grab a knife
Get a ice pick, I try to tell you I'm sorry So many times you ain't like that

My enemies often nameless My memories often

In the attic of my mind I found an old box
Filled with faded photographs and worn out socks
A time capsule of memories from days long past
A treasure

memory
We had a little fight, all you did was hug me real tight
You got with Ariona, I don't even wanna
Anthony, always with your antics
Might as well mark

Tyrannical short bastards
Elastic waistbands
Of the semantic defilement wasteland
Driven forward from beaches with black sand
Lost memories of when I

A flashback down a path
On memory lane
Felt the crisp air
Like a night in the Berkshires
In western Mass
Half my life spent
In the hunt for food
To search for

14 Candles

Plushgun

Pins & Panzers

2009

And I listen this way
Every night a different place
To call your life, a mentality

Though semantics are the same
You still call me everyday
To say