DAISY CHAIN

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DON'T MISS

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Daisy chain
Tangling piety with desire since the day he came
Playing with fire it's just a lighter with a blazing flame
And I am not a writer just a baby with a crazy brain
Locked in a cage and starting a riot but he may be sane
Scattered through my franticest thoughts
Shattering ablution with all the shit that he talks
Hocking up noise pollution as it's spewing out the exhaust
It's Rashad, stupid! Oh what? You having memory loss?
Well shoot I grew my beard out
And now granny don't recognize my face
I threw my fear out
Still unhappy I reckon lies took place of truth
My weakened eyes got hazy view
And we despise a flagrant few
But play the game we pay our dues
Don't pity fools we hate them too
Lag to the table but very quick to break the rules
And he's actually able but very quick to play the fool
Baby laugh at the fables and bathe in shit
The day you rue is when we snapping the cables
To break the system
Keep persistent bleed cerebrum reaping soil and root
And make the speakers pump to see what crazy noises'll do
Aye you the heathen stuck in eden naked, poisonin' fruit
And you was beamin' till you seen the lasers pointin' at you
I told you I'd be fine
I just need a knife to cut the cake
Some weed to light, to pluck, to face
To be a life to f*ck away
I bleed in spite I cut the cake
Believe the lies I tucked away
The evil eye was stuck in place
On me and I but f*ck I told you I'd be fine
I just need the time and space to breathe
Perhaps another face
One that I'm less inclined to hate to see
Depressed my mind it weigh on me
The stress my spine it break on me
Myself my greatest enemy but f*ck it man
I told you I'd be fine
Kamikaze off the shoulders of giants
Bombing composure and explode on arrival
But shit I told you I be flying
Rocky bottoms in the coldest of climates
Pushing the boulder till it rolls and it plummets
But shit I told you I be climbing
Tried to tell it but the shoulders were cryo
But when I yell it all my prose turn to vomit
But shit I promise I ain't lying
Get a hold you not supposed to be crying
My mind is broken and my hopefulness dying
But shit I told you I be trying
Told you I been wilding trynna decide
Whether I believe that my conflict is with self or with God
I been shadowboxing with conscious
An awkward attempt at caution
He dodging the falling fragments of a shattered mirage
'Magine the nasty little addict
With a nicotine habit
I been kicked beaten battered
Snare kick repeating pattern
Wear chips up on my shoulder
Brush the dirt off of my Timberlands
I pick apart rip stitches off my heart to live again
And as for problems? Got a number but I solved a tall amount
Sometimes you gotta Royal Rumble to resolve the falling out
I fortified my fortitude, baby, the dojo the fortress
And no foe is formidable so what's the drama all about
Baby we artists and we starving like it's Ramadan at dusk
And these peons ain't got the fucking balls to Bakugan with us
So smarten up before you fix your jaw to try to rhyme with us
And many tried to write us off but they not Yagami enough
Don't bother me enough
My solace not disrupted in my bummy stu'
Dubby K the dummy crew
Who seldom say and often prove
It's trouble coming through
In the kitchen mixing bubbling brew
These dummies coming through
Now we sick of money we thumbing through
Me and Nast E. Beats
We far from your average bugaboo
Now honeys coming through
And we blunted flooded with jungle juice
Shit is therapeutic
Use every scrape every bruise for my muses I tie my noose
And leave all my truth to the music
Threw my coal in the creek so that I could blow off steam
I threw my goal in the seats so that I could show off team
I sold my soul to the beat so that I could buy back time
I throw my life on the line
I throw my life in these lines
And Nast E. Beats my lifeline
And everything in life dies
I had Miyagi on the line
That nigga speaks in lifetimes
He told me "Live your life now there'll never be a right time"
I swear the ink does not dry
My vein it bleed to write lines but I'm fine
Trying to kintsugi the cracks in my passion
Lapping myself, racing clocks, and dodging ashes to ashes
I'm prewriting my history with every word that I'm spitting
Every lyric is critical
Every syllable on a mission
'Til it's vodka cap pain to popping caps off the champagne
Just remember that it's all caps for the band name
I had to feel that pain to peel back shame
To take the stage now we hanging the game
With a daisy chain
Now f*ck 'em up nigga!
We DON'T MISS!

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