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a phantom with his blue hair
Buzzing up a storm got em shaking like I'm new here
I've been doing this I've been been doing this
Throwing rappers in coffins

Caprice

The Underachievers

The Cellar Door: Terminus Ut Exordium

2014

by dark
See the wisdom leads to marks from chains from the heart
But the man with control we were chained from the start
So I spit hard flows

shit landed look
And they can't fathom a phantom with his blue hair
Buzzing up a storm got 'em shaking like I'm new here
I've been doing this I've been

Je Je
Kulture, Kulture
Boom
This is OverKill
Yo

Letting off steam inside the crib with the cash, and keys
My niggas let it beam by any means
Wanna

Have I lost my balance,
Or is the pavement cracked?
cm I walking forwards,
Or am I stepping back?
Why does my breath escape me?
Why am I feeling

humble, he bought a spaceship
I guess you gotta find your balance like Crane Kick huh?
No better feelin in this fucking world. No better feeling in this

on to life
Through turbulent suffering
Guarding the light
The Ashé in their hearts and Ori
Midnight blue beautiful
Onyx magic
Suppressed, outlawed, but never

feel it with your touch I don't believe in words of love
Kuz everything anyone has ever said and done don't even out
The balance beam is heavier

make money off singles since I was 15

Yeah I love blues, won't settle for green
Catch you on the other side like it's a Ring
Man fuck all of haters,

wondering
If the golden temple is standing or crumbling
Turned into dust to be blown by them three winds
I've got a real bad case of St. Augustine blues
And I

an average of a hat trick
Inspired by the hood like a
Back flip on a mattress
But I grew up in a trailer then a tractor
Not a mansion never write my lyrics boy

bitch that I'm bout to tip drill 
got no use for a lil blue pill
 I'm off that Molly so I'm hard as steel 
mackin on ur bitch sliding in for the steal

loud like them riots
And it's still ghost even if that food quiet
Real rap, cah you ain't gotta tell me
You were raised by pricks
Wouldn't last long like

my listeners are gonna dwindle (why?)
I haven't yet delivered my talents
It's like I'm such a
Mental stickler of balance
The simple fantasy of cleansin

but neither are the mandem
Sad but true
Bet you're screwing if that was you
Them guys that'll lie and tell
You black was blue (what boys?)
Tell em catch

to do
I skate and meditate to help me stop from feeling blue
I'm clutching on my AR really trynna keep my cool
My ex taught me a lot and damn sure played

shit is whack like a jack off
Used to play scratch offs
Now I by clothes with the tag on
Fucking your bitch with my shoes on
And she like me cause I

Stand
Nah you wouldn't understand
It's hard being young from the slums
Nah you wouldn't understand

Guns, the drugs are blue as your bravery

Caprice

The Underachievers

The Cellar Door: Terminus Ut Exordium

2014

by dark
See the wisdom leads to marks from chains from the heart
But the man with control we were chained from the start
So I spit hard flows

made some bad decisions
Now I'm motivated by Khaled, I've got a plate full of salad
It's more life, more paper and balance
and shorty straight from

time! I kill off the old me,
If I wore blue woulda ducked out too
Cause when I point to shoot then it end up on the news
One shot, two shot, what is there

Wrong direction led us both into the fringe
Self-deprecating as our minds became unhinged

Striking balance over years of push and pull
Absolved

the wisemen's Isley
My footsteps in the dark carry ivy league timing
Hard liquor Black day simmer that's where I been
Brotherly sin it is what it is balance my

[Verse 1]
I don't follow the news
They just add to my blues
Politicians and their big feets
Could never fill my shoes
They don't care, think all well