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wrote first
The word the beats birthed
We repping that brain earth
We the minds of one collective genius
Even if you haven’t heard us yet
You probly seen

the treacherous length
In every instance when i consume
It's fuel for collective, respected rage
Since i'm well trained, self-taught
Battle-tested, overwrought,

Collective suicide
Breeding failure
Son of nothing
Bizarre mirage
Tortured by desire
An orgy where your flesh is sweet and weak … !
Grotesque state

Paranoia, an iminent attack made by the state.
 
Who own our lives?
Who chooses the social rules?
 
Paranoia, a collective fear remains constantly.
Paranoia,

Anesthetize me, I want to be like you
It must feel good
To alienate ourselves in the collective
More productive the way you live
You have the rules

We are spaced out perspective with a sense of separation
Strung together by the collective
And the dream world is like the soul world
What if nothing

ancestors and descendants
Collective mind formed essential sentence
Been spit to a concrete so worn it's held in reverence.
Lay temples to this cracked

the beach
Her stomach blushing red and raw
And let her mouth fill up with sand
And the life inside her drown

Two gods erected by man's will
Contracted to my

Brand new one in store
If you make it through the night
And if a day don't do the trick
Let a calendar page fly
By

Feeling good feeling good
Feeling like

playing goalie but i'm scoring like messi
By bitch savage
Turnt up in a palace
She in love with fashion
Puff it for you pass
And she call me daddy that shit

Christmas Eve
The calendar says there's a few nights left by the tree

Mistletoe hanging
In the halls we're saying
It's that time of year
It's that time

goes by, it all just melts
My calendar has been no help

Why must it drag, why can't it end
When will I see the sun again
Lying in my darkened room

acquaintance be forgot and never brought to mind
That new calendar can't change our fate nor the passing of the time
For time gone by we wail and mourn, for time

the sadness has gone away
A mortal whose conquered by flesh
Blood of above give me love and let it flow all through my chest
Connect with nature and stretch

by myself outside
You and that motherfucker pass me by
You're so in love, you're so in love
It's all about
Scenarios are gonna keep me waiting
Stop

bad No worry oh
I no see give up in my calendar
I don Dey answer oh my calling
Inside my brain there's a visitor
Under attack by my old demons
No try

and hers
If you on my calendar
Menage trois like
WTW
(Wtw yo wtw)

Tryna run the game on me
But bitch be gone
By like next week

Tryna run the game on me
But

a beach
This beat is heat as a gas leak
Lit on fire by a fucking molotov and L beam
No nothing is really as it seems,
Do your mother fucking damn chores
Ok

Living on my own today, surrounded by walls that close in
The calendar’s page is getting harder to turn every day
The days come and go, as the sun

can I get through tonight
Without you
I've been up all night
Thinking about your smile
Waiting day by day 'cause I can't get you off my mind
When can I

Said you're in town for a minute
Calendar's tight, put me in it
And I'll show you around
One question led to another
Slowly you're pullin me under

a beach
This beat is heat as a gas leak
Lit on fire by a f*cking molotov and L beam
No nothing is really as it seems,
Do your mother f*cking damn chores
Ok

Ruzzy shakur 
Tatata for riz 
Many story kpo kpo Cho Cho ka carpenter 
Come today come tomorrow watch ur calendar 
Popo na agba touch and I want

be a prophet
I goes like this and I goes like that
I flows like this and I flows like that
My mind's collectives gain momentum
Break the surface