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The verbal vitriol
Sympathetic to a cause
That's all slowly sliding down
And they blame it on the cross
Noisey stabbing won't stop even when the point is lost

Take my heart
And make it beat
I don't want to wait

Take these veins
And make them bleed
I don't want to wait

I don't want to wait
I don't want to wait

me
Filthy as fuck Not just here for the glory
I am a menace yes sir like it gory
Tuck in the kid that's the end of his story
Stay in ur place this

We got beats and flow
We got Microphones
We explode shattering in a overdose mode
We compose strange notes
Encrypted codes
Sometimes we do it with

ask for me
We're just an echo

Skip a beat, blame something
They're all just so intrigued for what you aren't
Just an easy read

So time scrapes by

Witty white Whitman
With some pretty shitty, pretty white women
Who see green like night vision, night vision, night vision
It’s a shitty life from

Witty white Whitman
With some pretty shitty, pretty white women
Who see green like night vision, night vision, night vision
It's a shitty life from

while it’s pourin’ (Pourin')
Don’t make me beg
Just take me by the hand and...
Dance with me
(Oh, oh, oh)
Dance with me
(Ohh)
Dance with me
(I wanna see

Plague doctor
When you stepped up you danced with the dead
Crow face when I bring you the Black Death
Rats are still to blame to the date
All you can

You hating bro i can't relate
AirPods in i don't speak broke aye
Loving you was my mistake
I take the blame
Cause who knew you would play these games
Me

Life was easy, going through day after day
No pain nothing to take it all away
Dead to me but the memories stay
Sad vibes but i promise i'm okay

Say

is a joke 
Til we find em by the porch 
Parents blame Five-0 when they're neglecting 
Smoking crack in front of 7 year olds 
When they neglecting,

Oh, excuse me for my prejudice there, if that is your critique
I let out my anger to flourish, it ain't excactly me
But with the scripture you hold by

Our brains were changed by what you did, it happened all too fast

Nothing here will ever be the same
And you’re the one who has to take the blame

But

the night
Getting our time
Smoking out the sky
Resonating notes
In my mind
It stay in the same
Intellect on point
PS Code
No shame no blame
Evil flows from my

Sweet walking through
Their shoes with their socks
On the concrete disco ball
Parties white girls
And bacardi vodka shots
And patron cocaine by the zone

dead wrong
Onto better things
Call it the promise lane
My love flows off here
My flow is J. Dilla Beats when he gets off gear
Learning a new girls like

Fuel the Fire

Down on bourbon street
The house lights beat upon your coloured beads
I will walk you home and I'll appear outside your window
This is

begin to say
"Dear God can I just feel okay?"
I'm sick of fighting to remain
Alive, no will to motivate
The beats are temporary aid
The songs I write help

wise
Choose who gotta be by your side your side
Think twice
Moving with the beat
Slow song
Spring Street block
Feels like I lost myself
In my own head my

Aghast 

With your words 

The clash becomes crusade 

Eyewitness 

To everyday sprawl 

Strung up by his laurels 

Cognition 

Dread

BUILT WAS A DYNASTY

ALWAYS ATTACKED BY ANXIETY USE TO LOVE WHOLE HEARTED ENTIRELY

MY MIND, SO CONFUSED 

I WILL NO,T BE YOUR FOOL, 

STUCK ON THE THINGS

just make it rain
Never going by the book and I'm never gonna claim
She was a lil dumb bitch but she done gave me brain
I can't even show her love cause

In the shadowed halls of power
Where secrets weave their darkened threads
Nations clash like titans, hour by hour
And the drums of war beat louder in