1. |
Shade
02:27
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Hook
Caught in the shade, I can’t say if I’m okay
I can’t trust in others fates, I shouldn’t say what I believe
But I will sharpen my blade, don’t blame anybody but me
If we’re still darkening the day, I got a lot of light to leave
Verse 1
Better waste my time making music,
better these lies than playing the muses
Remember these lines, every one I choose it,
however they lie, still hope the shoe fits
Know the size, know the sides of the movements,
realize I’m gonna die by the clueless
Peddling pride that’ll coat the foolish,
trusting the size of the coop that flew it
Flow fluid like a fly’s open door to pursuing,
been assuming I’m not right as if I am still redoing
The truth is I’m outside of the vibes of improvement,
so butter both sides of the bread that proves this
Shuttering eyes, realize I'm brooding,
must've been nice because everybody's shooting
Dead by design, I bet everything's fine,
as long as you moving you still proofing the mind
Hook
Caught in the shade, I can’t say if I’m okay
I can’t trust in others fates, I shouldn’t say what I believe
But I will sharpen my blade, don’t blame anybody but me
If we’re still darkening the day, I got a lot of light to leave
Verse 2
True to form I form my opinions by
multiplying what I divide by the finish
start every line on the vine I listened,
better line those up to shoot them pigeons
on the roof, get high, so if I lose my fitness,
fly by the lights of the loose and livid
try for the fight, but I fly by the night,
every time I die it’s the color I’m given
Patience if they say how high,
never jump when they pay by the pump of the vision
And if they go thump in the night,
got a trump card typed up just so they see how I flip it
gotta flip my decision, never right,
still justified by what I write, on the nonce of the minute
till I get it just right, better lost than forgiven
when I’m looking in the lights of the minnows that I’m fishing for the darkest of knights
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2. |
Never Said
03:16
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I’m living in a parallel universe,
listening to elmo talking up his own feature
pieces of the paper, write it down to make a future,
freedom of the failed, I’m let you down a few first
steps in the ladder, I will slide out of viewers,
quarter in the panel so I got a lot of cue words
prompting a paddle, I will climb up the waterfall,
modeled out of travels, got a bottle full of alcohol
letting in the shadows because I’m saddled up with shame,
made a couple old dollars out of pockets full of change,
these chains are the focus of the politicking caucuses,
need another label for the mocking of the mocassins
Heating a potato, gonna toss it to the Copernics,
trouble with the trade, I try to top it but no profits fit,
fiddle with a driedel, when we're talking to the confidence,
spitting to the shadows on the wall of people walking in
Hook
I never said that I'm all right
never said that I'll be fine
never said I knew the time
I tell it like I let you decide x2
I never said, no never said
no never, never, nah never said
verse 2
I'm a couple minutes short of the present,
dwelling on the past because I know that it develops,
and I don't move fast, because I'm sitting where the pen is,
know that peddling too fast will get me sitting on a pedestal,
Fed up with the class, no profession that I'm fetching,
I've been stepping in their tracks, motivated by the presses,
Leverage of hats turning pages for the credit,
either pass or let it past, take the trash, the decrepit,
Running back to the message, throwing facts at the wretched,
drove fast, doing laps around the traps of suppression,
True to raps, I'm shedding all the trappings and crap,
getting heavy on the weight, while I wait in the cracks
Does that mean I'm safe for the minute I've elapsed,
putting silver on the stakes, take it all to collapse
I've been channeling good faith, learn to pray for the path,
put a ladder in the way, I will knock it on its ass
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3. |
Shark Hunt
02:35
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making faces in the blanks so I’ve been shooting shit with patience
home invasions on the raise, a true ambition’s placement
do the maintenance, keeping conversations up to stay complacent
Laying on the changes, this the ground of the foundation
Pounding my fists into the bounds of the proudest of basements,
spitting underground to the rousing crowd that replaced it,
My feet are crouched on the prowl, be the loudest of statements
eating out the couch, picking change from the patients
hook
I’m too far in it, gotta keep it our minute
fought a lot of frequencies to feel it in the palm
spitting songs on the decency of being in the wrong
I’ll beat upon a lot of sheets to finish this avant
Got the guard up, talking to tomorrow
Finishing starbucks, overboard or hard-up
I’m a sharp one, stabbing in the dark once
making at the minimum a mark-up of the shark hunt
verse 2
I need a vacation, feeding libations to the patients
a fickle nation, feeling their faces, being evasive with the traces
I’ve been shaving model faces, take the razor to the blade of the precious
Final appraising, got the location, might've laughed at the prices
But I digress to walk the paces, bottle up chasers in my chest of aces
Second guess my heart in places, honestly I lost the better races
Trying to see the art in cases, I'm asleep in the bars of my cages
Following sheep in the darkest of ages, I part with the wisdom of sages
hook
I’m too far in it, gotta keep it our minute
fought a lot of frequencies to feel it in the palm
spitting songs on the decency of being in the wrong
I’ll beat upon a lot of sheets to finish this avant
Got the guard up, talking to tomorrow
Finishing starbucks, overboard or hard-up
I’m a sharp one, stabbing in the dark once
making at the minimum a mark-up of the shark hunt
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4. |
Long Nights
02:09
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hook
Long nights, spent staring at the walls again
Counting all the hours I have finished by a thousand ends
I see the power in the lines I’ve been writing by my pen,
devouring the lies spelt out to the tower men
verse 1
Out of my element, out of this hell again,
how'd I get celibate, talking to elephants,
Out of my venom and short on my melamine,
stalking the debtors, I shadow the letter men,
Cheddar when the weather gets a bottle full of veterans,
settle for the rhetor, when the lesson is confederate,
feather in the kettle, I've been cooking up my cabaret,
read all of the petals and they say I skip the edifice
Channeling my better shit, level up to never get
a level on the ether but I'd rather be the better writ,
Battling the whether, it's the devil in the evidence
leveling the lessor, I’m the cheshire with the ketamine
Don't peddle or forget, I fold my echoes in the clips,
sold to let go of the kids, count a bezel to abyss
leave the etching to the fits, know the vessel for its quid,
Short of vetting all the fifths, i'mma take what I can get
hook
Long nights, spent staring at the walls again
Counting all the hours I have finished by a thousand ends
I see the power in the lines I’ve been writing by my pen,
devouring the lies spelt out to the tower men
Dreamt that I was fired, then rehired by the tyrants,
gone missing in the fire, I've been skipping out on tiger prints,
hiding in plain sights I type my vices to the pyretic,
the cynics must've bought the rights to living off my hieroglyphs
Refreshing on the vitamins, I supplement my higher risk
with stuttering to bide the time, while I read up on diving in,
dividing mine with minute hands, a second glance on what I had,
double up on nothing much, then keep right for the subtle sad
hook
Long nights, spent staring at the walls again
Counting all the hours I have finished by a thousand ends
I see the power in the lines I’ve been writing by my pen,
devouring the lies spelt out to the tower men
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5. |
The Takeaway
03:40
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hook
I got my mind set straight on the payday,
ain’t no money in it, but they counterfeit the heydeys
Any way they living is a way that you can make it
Waiting for the minute they gon take away the vacay
verse1
I’m sitting in a chair, play hot potato with the air,
listening to fables of past deals gone declared,
the pastels make the pictures less fictitious in affairs,
I’ve been fishing in attrition, they existing with the prayers
No mission, only living on the principles of interest
I think I found the middle, but the class it just disintegrates
I tried out all the trickles, all they is getting richer late
Pissing in the pot of gold, because Santa can't assimilate
Playing tricks on a popsicle, gotta practice so they get in shape,
every step is an obstacle, hop scotch like I've been skipping grades,
Hot pockets are not topical, I've never left a little change,
window shopping in an envelope, and I'm below the critic state
Piddling together model trains to keep the pace,
they demolishing the battles reenacted in the paint,
And move away a couple steps while we figure out the way,
to pave the streets left to me, I treat the trees with respect
hook
I got my mind set straight on the payday,
ain’t no money in it, but they counterfeit the heydeys
Any way they living is a way that you can make it
Waiting for the minute they gon take away the vacay
verse 2
I will step outside the box, walking up to Colfax,
see the people holding signs up like they don't know facts
Hiding in the shade, I'll be a statue of some patience,
gonna wait it out for now until they giving up the cases,
uppercase it, shout it from the lungs of the basements,
climbing rungs of the ladders that go nowhere but the races,
Take abrasives to the fabric of the walls that we make,
shaking change out of tragic, sipping solvent to stay,
I'll be dishonest if it means to keep the prejudice away,
I see this song as being honest with the devil in your face
The dirt dons a fake grin, smiling at the interstate,
to say they belong to him, and no one ever gets to get away,
but if he took a long look within, he'd see he falls with those who switched their blades,
And all of are him, singing hymns that we don't get to hate,
so while we got the hint, might as well take a little break,
and live a little longer on the end of the stiff fate
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6. |
Imperfect High
02:43
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I've tried out every kind, in every place, and it don't fit,
so the fictions of my times, keep me phasing on shifts,
from one ship to a rhyme, shuffle the sinks in my mind,
doubling thrift flips like they gripping the grift of the primes
Drifting from the line, I digress for the ninth time
for the lesser of the evils got me kneeled in a shrine,
got me stealing people's time, shaving off the spent seconds,
so obsessed with the credit that I forget I got the line,
and I'm treading in the water of the kiddie pool puddles,
they say the dogs are giving birth, and this art is the rebuttal,
so all of a sudden the stars are muddled by the trouble,
and it's hard to see the sky, when the clouds are as blue as the bubble
It hurts to voice, when every argument is for the vowels,
and each heart in this is looking for something that can't be found,
so I solve every mystery, the history is false,
proving that I'll never be a picture on the wall
Hook
That perfect high got you upset and moving
Running out of time, I will walk across the ruins
Climb cuz you wanna see the view, but the truth is
you ain’t never gonna reach the summit of your hubris
verse 2
These epiphanies are lost in folding throwaway boats
Poking holes in all the bottoms, so it looks like they float
Piecing chips of these objects, better be shifts in the clothes
I feel the shivers, fishing options out of the scissoring souls
I pin decisions on the projects, better to rob them of prose
I bend the limits of pride in octaves, got the pin pricked on the stone
Don't read into the dry proctor's, they pinch themselves to stay alone
I count the sheep to sleep just knocking on the wood I don't know
I've gotten good at weaving meaning into meaningless drones,
So don't deceive yourself believing this is meaningful gold
I'm in the season of indecision, there's no finishing those
So Machinists of the prison, got the animals stoned
He's drinking danimals, talking business, panhandling both,
I'll be back in just a minute once I've had all my shows,
Task him with the minutes, he forgets all he wrote
Got the facts so diminished that they half of the slopes
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7. |
One Step
01:18
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Rolls up in a Lexus, flashing Rolexes,
a pastor for the homeless showing off his reflections
Set of lost souls, reading texts to the shoulders,
having sex with a loaner, need the money for the confessions
the precious stones keep her happy for the present,
showing common knows he got a last will and a test’ment
assessing his whole is when he owns up to the lessons
he’s destined to hone his stick against the depressions
the desk that he’s toning with the stains of his brethren
got his head like a donut where the hole is just the penance
saying prayers for the benefit, collecting from the penniless
I wrote all of my sentences and stacked ‘em like a Jenga set
I feel like I'm Genesis, jettisoned from the better cribs,
Peddling my letters to whoever commands my rhetoric
The standard of the severance keeps me level with the severed wrists
Ten ounce in the fist, got me feeling up the edifice
outro
I been away for too long, leaving crayons in the car
because they melt in the sun and I looked so hard
For the things I left, and it seems they are
still one step away
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8. |
Much About You
02:08
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I’ve had to sell so many soles, it’s like my shoes are held by
the glue beneath the posers, hold the gum to tell guys
to hold the guns to their own heads and hesitate to tell lies
to hedge a bet against the pace we moving all of our rides
it’s a wave of heat I’m proving I believe in one size
you see the suits and this the truth we telling people to hide
I’ve been on loops around computers, got the fruit to realize
I bend the rules just enough to muster up my own lines
and this the time spent living, giving up’s a suicide
but then the mind don’t get it, spitting all of this to bide
while I will buy my minutes, spot the finish on the shine
here to try my critics on the critique of the tribe
realize long-living is the pursuit of the prize
go to church watching sinners tell they stories to the tried
preaching to the choir, wanna try all of their cries
to circumvent what we desire, be the buyer by design
Hook
I don’t know much about it, but I say what I do
I don’t know much about it, but I talk about you
I don’t know much about it, but I say what I do
I don’t know much about, much about you
I found help for myself underground,
deep down at the bottom of the well where they found me
won’t let a sound leave without touching up the surface
I met a lot of serpents when they drowned me
file it with the urges in the manila envelopes,
band it together, got the bandits in the pentalobes
screwing to settle, fuck the letters, they just get us so
featherlight together, feeling sick, I better let it go
and when I get the medicine, to put it in the center
of the bezel, holding coins like all they money is the easel
writing petals they forget to jettison the something special
holding edges of the knives against the wives of their dishevels
won’t suffice another minute, I won’t finish what I’ve entered
just to pen another line, the pen is how I start a sentence
or whether I get defined by these syllables I’m etching
the best part of what I get is living on the less, a recession
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9. |
Sixteen Barters
01:51
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I heard they robbed the grocery store, made a couple dollars
stole all of the girl scout cookies so they get the badge of honor
choking on the crumbs, left the trail for those to ponder
taking photos of the fun, I’d write my name into the charter
it’s harder to be running, when you walk along the waters
Drown if you would jump in, throw the pump in the harbor
been around the block or something, seen this all before the martyrs
making up for lost time, the dull signs are arsonists
Burn a little brighter for the lighters of the art in this
sidewalks and their fault lines, I thought I had a part in this
Wear the hats of many guys, holed up in apartments,
Sold all of my trendy lies, I show up just to part with
Every ends demise seems to be the end regardless,
so whether you devise a plot or justify the harbinger,
I pinch the pudge a little so it seems you got hardened,
the fudge in the middle is the floatsam of the heartless
So low I must belittle everybody on the market,
never got to sit those old bones on the hold of carpets,
sewn in the civil, then disowned by the charges,
I'm at home in trickle, so fickle they still parched
This dome won't peddle your pitter, your pattern,
your thoughts just race through the cages of caverns,
I lost my way, so I settle for the next avarice,
caught in the state of never getting what I have to give
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10. |
Tomorrow's Fortune
01:24
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See that car roll up, know there's no money left,
got the bookie on the cuff, gonna roll up the bets,
just looking in the butts for the cigarettes,
find a little spark I might catch and then get it wet,
Lines in the dark looking fine take another left,
hoping that it's right this time, I don't shovel shit,
shoulder the debts, got the kids as collateral,
sipping on bit wine, skids and an adderall,
oh, i'mma get mine, sit on the patio,
split down the middle, the divide is my barrio,
warm in the summer, got a hummer and a Rolex,
sold it for the other, gotta suck on the whole dick,
coding on butter, heart attack just poured in,
poor motherfuckers gotta work for the mortgage,
boning his mother, been bowling with the bullshit,
folding his other hand to sow the distortions,
Hook
Play horses, play with the horseshoes,
Almost made it but I never made a board move
Wanna lay there like a thought would torch you
When I'm waiting for tomorrow's fortune
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11. |
Sentiments
03:07
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verse
Bought a line of bullshit from the flies, discounted UFO’s
to focus on what never arrived, caught the sneakers by the soles
you’ve got the eye for the syllable but all you seem to know
Is how to dive from the principle, to sign on the dots
I've got the lines lined up, so walk the nine paces slow,
I mean if I've got the luck, you must've fucked up the flow,
I've got to fly like the ducks gone south for the snow,
Couple up a couple months and they won't give you what you owe
So the prose has broken both of us, sewing up the slopes
She wants cocaine, you rogaine the patches that are slow
I bought my own name, it's lonely, just living on the lows
I've got a codename, this plainspoke is choking on the smoke
But you've been gangbanged by husband's half the size of your deduction,
run a train on that assumption, figure out how you can function,
in the junction of change, never settle for the same something,
running out of lanes, I gotta lay out the ace up in
Hook
I’m here for the bonus check, here for the benefits
here for the gold, and there goes all my penmanship
odes to impediments, been shown up by the penniless
I told them what I know, and then they hold all the sentiments
Verse 2
Hold on to that routine, eat at Wendy's for the umpteenth time,
the oldies are the newbies, just repeating what you keep in mind,
less duty for the crews left by leaving my receipts aside,
I see you're not alluding, not approving of my decent life
Been the bye bye since I sang the lullaby buy
you the time to nullify the finer points of alibis,
abide by the fine lines between the spaces I decide,
I spin the gazes over days left to give the side eye
Pin the tape on the wall with the winds and the fails,
every man up top gotta chase a white whale,
Sinaloa finna lay low, man been shown all the sales,
still living on the ship, going nowhere but the mail
Got the shitshows flipping all the channels on the cable,
DVR making sure you know the kings of the stale,
sipping on the mugshot and sitting at the table,
rubbing hands with buckshot, all that evidence will pale
Hook
I’m here for the bonus check, here for the benefits
here for the gold, and there goes all my penmanship
odes to impediments, been shown up by the penniless
I told them what I know, and then they hold all the sentiments
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12. |
Song 12
03:29
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Trying to move a little further from the centerpiece,
making ends meet, how to hurt them from the entropy
I sew my seeds, keep the feet planted gently
burning trees, wanna be something I meant, you see
furnishing an odyssey, must be ozymandias
looking for the man to see about the hands that I forget
walk around the deep end, I depend on some persons
I ain’t never seen the hand that feeds, it takes from all the purses
If you chance a leap from rooftops, you might die of your own urges
Been saddled with a shoebox, full of pills and all you purchased
I’ve been sadder than the red balloons left in all the hoopla
Plotting my own exit from the lessons learned by Tupac
Vicariously living, cherry-picking from the pooh-bah
grandmaster of the minutes, he wants penance for the kool-aid
Graduated cum lade, living on what two jobs pay
Loving them riches like he knew his day, loving them riches like he moved away
hook
Rubber bands, rubber bands,
keep me whole in my other hand, other hand
This other man will leave I know
Packing vans full of all I own
verse 2
deciding on words for the letters I’ve never sent
I never meant to hurt you, but seams are meant to serve you
seems I meant to bend the curfew, speak about the things I can’t concur to
and even when the end leaves you the odd one out
an abyss is an abacus of what I might achieve,
counting out the fractions of the whole that never met its means
the lab work shows I’m only half of what I’m supposed to be
holding onto spent cents in so-so shape, amend the memories
I’m so afraid of apologies, I just never let them finish
Holding on to what I ought to be, even when the mirror doesn't get it
When I look at my reflection, I don't recognize the patterns
Dropping dimes in the water, like the planets circle Saturn
That brand is long gone, long live the fickle banter,
Got the reaper in the white house, by the way they pick the answers
It's been light out longer every day, the sun wants to hang with the planners
Paying to stay in the place that you hate, i'mma settle for half of the banners
Banished today but tomorrow might change,
Standing to wait, I'm the only one in line
Don't mind anyway, I told them I'm fine,
Because I'm looking at the paint, hoping it change my mind
hook
Rubber bands, rubber bands,
keep me whole in my other hand, other hand
This other man will leave I know
Packing vans full of all I own
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13. |
Strikeout
02:49
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An ode to the origin of the windfalls,
falling into form with all the oaths taken insults
Solvent for the minute, I’mma finish all the stencils
Hearing all the cynics, talking about the finer printing
And so I mind my business, never question when I’m winning,
only when I lose it all do I complain about the finish,
only start when I can quit before it gets too pitted,
and then I'm climbing out the well, fingertips for the picking
Play guitar not so well, so I take another instrument,
dabble in the delves of how I got so ignorant
Patting myself on the back for the complicit in,
Unbeknownst to me, I'm enabling a fishing trip
Well that's an epiphany, I think I'll waste it all
Whether someone's tipping me or taking me the salt
Been delayed by the liberty to never get the call
When I lay down and look at these, delivery is dull
hook
Strikeout after strikeout,
almost bout to beat my lights out
almost bout to beat my lights out
almost bout to beat my lights out
Dropping in one at a time, still devouring a goldfish
Shadowing the old news, better lose my coping
Paddle in the kiddie pool, drowning in the open
Paid a lot of pitied fool's a shallow sum of soap dish
Washing out the beach house, got sand in the opus
Never owned my own shit, just dipping my toes in
He's been limping out of Georgia, got the mind on the ocean
Sitting on a sword, like he swallows it's orbit
Bag of chips on the floor, scratch the surface of orchids,
Making bets on the store, how they fucking the Porsches,
Ain't a left on the course, making par for the portions,
Either eat with your fork, or feed a flock full of forfeits
On the beat I'm so morbid, fill a decent assortment,
Got a lead on the tortoise, racing these to the shortest,
Stacking G's in the storage, free from the shreds of a swordfish
Knees to your head, await the state of the orifice
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14. |
Gullible's Travels
02:58
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I can’t keep up with the jones’s, drinking sodas for diversity,
if you’re finished with disowning, buy me condos for a burglary
drink a bottle every evening, mark the ceiling for a surgery
measure up just enough to never snuff it out of certainty
bested us once, so I build a case against the airport
to bill them for the foreplay, fucked me without a fair warn
there’s the air horn, a stairway to the scared stares
anyway you stand, you’re all wrong about the air fares
pen ‘em in a pencil, circumvent the penis stencils
I can freehand that essential, got ‘em hanging from the mezzanine
pressing this in benzos, got the tensile strength of better genes
reckon I get labeled more than I get laid allegedly
best to leave the prejudice, the table’s made of brevity
none of this’ll better me, speech impediments are heredity
been set up by the pedigree, in bed with this acetylene
the torch is just to tether me down to one amenity
hook
Let me sign you up, we gonna climb this together
Got Shaquille O'Neal jumping high for the getters
Never paid for the dreams, hear he's making big bucks
Got gullible's travels here to hit a hiccup
verse 2
These dudes got the fine print fixed on the dim lights,
been single-minded since before they got their skin light
Living on the slim Jim’s, a missionary been by,
trying to get me into this, assisted by the insights
Hindsight fixed, all my vision 20/20,
try to get the Hippocrates, but I’ve been sipping on the honey
gone fishing for a bit, I’ve been tripping on the cubbies
got Chicago on the mind, my home state’s kind of cruddy
now I’m living in the lines, off the beaten path a bit
but everybody follows mine, so they lacking on a ship
passing all the hits, fashioning spit from the okays
assholes on a vision quest, feeling out they whole face
Patch holes in the kata, ain't learned shit but how to cave,
Been assimilated out of, hear the hive mind is always
You want a kid but your water got you pissing out the propane
Ain't no wonder you forgot a lot of shit that I won't say
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