Apocalyptic Hell

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Equational MC

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Supplying remedies for a sick nation
Melodies and dictation hella deep
It helps to gather and flip paper
See my investments return each time I light it and burn
Then others spite what I earn but they got the right to learn

Playin' the goose again, cooked cuz you're ganderin'
Mandarin dishes could stick to ribs, like laminate
It's underhanded how I manage to damage 'em
And I'm rampin' up
About to hit these samples they from Canada

I stay at it though, and if you count the carats, it's magic
I twist a bar into a pattern resistant to static
Cuz I can whip it up
Faster sabbath riffs on a black stratocaster
It's a cat with a knack for thrash

Jack for cash, on every single track, I mash
Wack trash simply lack the panache
I stay dippin' quick into the stash, I turn it into ash
Subconscious vision how I'm slippin' it past

I could swell my pay, so listen up to what the hell I say
I head fake, they'll lose balance, yeah I sell my J
Been quiet since arrivin', couldn't ever tell my play
It ain't apocalyptic heaven but to hell I pray

LIJ or missin even, MIA
The devil couldn't even tempt me, nay
The black locks, I can rock em, other men be grey
The cheapest lines spoken feeble over spent DJ's
That's meant three ways

An overnight stay that almost went three days
I been to farms where they got plenty hay
Travelin' without a violation, like I'm in the NBA
It ain't to heaven, but apocalyptic hell I pray

I dream fields of plenty haze
I spend plenty days, weavin' a bar into a tempty maze
Got sacks like q-backs when LT played
I'm in my all-white age
Meanwhile the rest is in a empty phase

Peep the weather, how it's peachy got me feelin' better
It's 3:11 now, about to climb a tree to heaven
The grammar grace a mic better if the beat is heavy
It's steeper and clever but the rest, they rockin' cheaper leather

Weekly slingin' it to leeches and freaks, I mean it
It's been forever since the dealers used to roll with beepers
It gets deeper, like the leaders, they've all fallen asleep
So all that you grab is all that you keep, uh huh

To each his own, I almost got to meet the Ramones
Dissolve yer flesh then I'm bleachin yer bones
Write and spit, I'll show you how, I'll even teach you my poem
Like a king emittin' speech off my throne on beats that I hone

I could swell my pay, so listen up to what the hell I say
It ain't to heaven but to hell I pray
LIJ, or missin, call 'em MIA
The devil couldn't even tempt me, nay

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