Brag Piece

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Psyontic

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I never wanted no fuss but vaunted pop flops going real sus
I might just bust open mic night tight lines for us
Sitting all chill in this office, hitting goodwill chorus, plus
I instil a feeling of nonplussed resurgence to Horus
And all of y'all trust me, I'll let you all sightsee the real me
And honestly, I might be daggy cracking open this baggy and moonlighting bad beats
But low key, I might be your psychedelic daddy

Wanna make you happy but I can get sappy and I can get slappy and
I start a brag piece with minutes of abstract leads
I'm not scared of fee fees, a monster of weak knees, a prophet of deep release
Seeping through speakeasy slots into psyches
Popping shots but politely, a poppa so unlikely to knock off your pricey tastes
Falloff and breezy takes are dropping like a piece of cake with plates already overlaid

Not sure why I bring bops so pure and amazing
I guess I'd just hate being a guy on a string who can only do one thing
I'll not be the king, but a jack of all trades, dodging those thousand blades and I
Won't do a thousand takes, let all you hear my mistakes
I got not time to waste, one shot to rhyme a day
In between me getting laid and intervening on fellow apes
I'm focused on being based, you'll notice in the aftertaste

When the sun sets then I slip on this headset and deadset I'm riffing
On vignettes all skipping through my head, I'm straight tripping
From years of experience, equipped with my brilliance to tip up resilience
And get past resistance to face the existence that all of us sit in
That shit that we've hidden and commit all unbidden
Taboos all forbidden, let's break them and take our best shake towards living

Never want it to stop, I'm not hip but I wanna hop
Wanna stuff my wisely glop into your sweet muffin top
And rhyme a million times about my tasty treating lollipop
Musically I'm getting off, with my set and setting cropped
Got you in these handcuffs locked, rocking us with hands on scruff
Knocking up these trippy drums and licking cause I speak in tongues
I can never get lit enough, forever I'll be spitting stuff
Wherever the Earth dips I'll be clever and be lifting up

Can't you see? Big yetis wanna fight me
Not 'cause I'm unsightly but because I can mirror their instincts to sing contritely
And do it all so brightly with weird amby swells up high
Clear tells so bona fide, couldn't sell out if I tried
Wouldn't pass their tests as I'm tilting your luck plane aside
You should all just take a ride, you should all just take me in, you'll never be the same again
Mutual chemical drops in our brains begin bubbling in tune, they know what to do
Looking through their modules to avenues behind the eyes, leading us to paradise
Sacrificing overpriced bad advice, feeling primed up in the grind
All the time and shifting brags to peace of mind
To big sublime paradigms, unconfined in being kind and
Uncontrived, unbelied, undertake to leave behind the
Misaligned, utter trite, wastes of time
Better spit better rhymes and never lie
Never die

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