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Winded onstage; turn it to a rickety barn I'll blow it down

Paint the horse like a zebra hope it don't stick out

Pray fer fake love; hope for malice

Snap my feet in yoga practice; bogus balance

Spill the beans to my selfs tin flyin' throw the chalice

Cross the line; toe it backwards

Car broke down at pharmachoice just walk off ain't tow it back first

...A week late and three cents short

I go from wholesome like Heartland and inna matter of minutes switch to a dark man

Stark plans laid out on the Formica table antiquated

The future's looking like a horrible fable

Where the west sells the weapons to fund multiple bloodbaths

Then act like Vladdy Putie is the one bad

Check the stock of Raytheon, should all go pump that

Cash in on traumatic events with a smug laugh

I'm tryna be the Jon Hassell of rap

An' he had such little exposure y'all ain't capturing that

Disappear but in flash il be back

Crass asshole I'm a vulgarian

Smokin' til the globe hot cannot go back

I'll be underground hittin' cryo-preserved snow pack crusted up,

Deeper than the mantle; go past

The hollow heat'll encompass us in a slow blast

Fade away dull kinda like new glaciers I ain't glisten dude

I make music that's straight difficult to listen to

Liberally gaslit

By blue flames dressed in red graphics

I ain't wanna learn base mathematics…

Fuck em

Every situation can be looked at three ways

Use Quentin Tarantino movies as a method for sleep aid

Turn long days to freeze frames

Exhausted even though I been sittin' all day chilling like cheesecake

Drifting through Canaan mountain

Drive my shifty Chevy Cruze like a rally car then complain about it

Drifting through Canaan mountain

Drive my shifty Chevy Cruze like a rally car then complain about it

Drifting through Canaan mountain

Drive my shifty Chevy Cruze like a rally car then complain about it

Drifting through Canaan mountain

Drifting through Canaan mountain

Beats crunched up; not proper with the tools like eating tacos with a spoon

I'm losing' my cool in crucial moments like Ron Artest...

I'll teach you what not to do like Goofus n Gallant

Irredeemable savant proud of the stupidest talents

Dude is a savage is probly what some colonizer woulda said

Now we at the work desk smash wood to head

Watching ECW laughin' munchin' Chester's corn chips

Chilled out now despite the stress I was formed in formed bits

Out the Formica slurping garmonbozia into a melted paper straw it's forced thick

Tryna smoke four sticks of weed that stick me dead

Punk guitarish smashin' strings til fail bleedin' finger flail

Then wash some ju-jubes down with ginger ale

Canada Dry not of cannabis; tellin' tincture tales tip the scales

Huddled up in my own shell like a sinkin' snail…

Might just sound like I been… slidin'

Tracks deep rut-cuts on some dusted off my face skid-barely loop a sample I think it's Some illustrious creation

The state in which I come-from isn't painless blanked on father blockin' fam outta life at Like age six

Clouds dissociate thick, that's been the default setting tripping in my grammie house

Wander watching the walls sweating all sketchy

Thought I could pour out the problems now my thoughts' empty

Unintelligentsia vs cognoscenti

Unsettling bass beats got no drop trendy

Warzone frequency range bombs plenty

Low end looms above the high setting, into the darkness I'm tempting

Paddling haggle against the main stream; deals flow

Choppy rivers Phoenix rising out damp ashes fire feels wrote,

Off, soaked soggy til I keel froze

Brain matter-skin nubby rocks peeled stone, erode

My breakfast of sedimentary steel oats

You could physically layout the path of riches to take but I still won't

Take the action; ain't trying for getting insight

Places all around me stuck on threat level midnight

Sketch extra I ain't watching for wealth won't get bezels in sight

It's just these antisocial vapid ruminations tap into this cadence

On a touch device typin'-'bout how I don't talk when it's meant for mass communication

No longer digging past the roots; just grazin'

Acid-truth displaying passionfruit I'm bout to stab into this pained skin

Elites in ritual; soon in '22 they'll have to do the shapeshift

Scum SS-soldiers hopping from crashed n' ruined spaceships

Brutal truth is treason in an empire of lies

See it all but sometimes I can't find my eyes

Picking out bright glowies in the dark-mode skyline I bide my time

Like the Bible song; on Me Tryin to Shine a Light

Crave it but squint as soon as it gets kinda bright

Blow the stage off the stage itself but still the shyest guy afterward

Chilling in the afterparty afterbirth

Soaking up some knowledge later on but yo we laughin' first

Paint my uttered words with ugly slabs o mirth

Gotta keep cavorting with' the cohorts

Patch neural-pathways I sew spores

No sports in my field of vision try to hit my own state of flow more

X-Games mental patient excitement yet so bored

Wrote force; like grinding a snapped snowboard

Enraged at WHO-news; can't act like these hacks know more

Smokin til I'm slabs of gut-blood il be stoned-gore

To cool off this steam-sesh need a Nor'Easter snowstorm

Cuz me being buried 30 centimeters is best for people

I been living very dirty getting creepy twitching like some sketchy beetle

Out the bottom of the barrel Skeptic seepin'

My only service or advice is extralegal

Proud trash garbage gibberish I tempt the seagulls...

I been so psychotic, off the probiotic might-really seem ill

On-a-come up munchin' some vitamin-D pills

Capitalist dream-nightmare man-that'll never win

Piss boomers off with nonchalant an-cap rhetoric stand back we getting lit

You could collapse in the cloud just from Steppin into my cluster fuck

Bongs hit hard like blasts from a Red Dead blunderbuss I rock a Mac Duster bruh

Pissed the running-gunning-fuckers off again

Sloppy pen still delivers the message I gotta send

With the bad parts Removed For You

Sorry sometimes I skip the simple process of 2+2

But looking at life like an equation can come off stupid rude

Y'all ain't lingual mathematicians who-is-you fooling dudes

Nah I guess this is pointed inward; unfriendly friendlier fire

I been stuck in some mental muck getting all mired

Even though I might be way too old I'm getting baked Bois

Came along way from days o Blake sellin' shake joints

Blast death grips walk-around; pace'noid

Face pointed at the carpet energy suck like a vape noise

Capo-boinged off the neck stay between the tunings

I need these rusings