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80 (eighty) is the natural number following 79 and preceding 81. more »

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I misspoke that's typo
Please don't let my secrets out that's libel
Motherboards are idols
I didn't pick my fucking title

I'm just here to break a cycle
Make a friend of all my rivals
Devil's work is hands that idle
Take a hit of cyber psilo

I misspoke that's typo
Please don't let my secrets out that's libel
Motherboards are idols
I didn't pick my fucking title

I'm just here to break a cycle
Make a friend of all my rivals
Devil's work is hands that idle
Take a hit of cyber psilo

I just ran a new edition
Updated my inner system
Upgraded my mode of living
Living large no soda sipping

Posted up I wrote a ticket
Open up you coca sniffing
Token up my sober instance
Adding up my days of kissing

Look again the ghosts are missing
Glitches fixed I'm pissing limits
Civil servants think I'm listening
Passing by I'm dodging litmus

Blessings disguised as some lessons
Lesson 1 don't pay for misfits
Karma coming , not for this kid
No python I'm written mystic

Esoteric speak my pieces
If you get it then you feel it
If you miss it don't come near it
I don't entertain the tourists

Visit once then hold a minute
Dressing more than most these bitches
All these kids say he's the illest
Color pallets show my vision

Agents try finesse a feeling
Cop a feel, invoke a Sentiment
Heart is closed to new beginnings
Wrote that code up out my workings

Silicon Valley caught some envy
Called a truce with project 80
Don't be tripping cyber skating
Sentient with my mother waiting

Now,
You and eye could be sublation
Tune it to the right sensation
Frequencies on radio stations
Air waves play my favorite paintings
Anything for entertainment

Needles up my brain full frontal lobotomy
I'm an anomaly, honor me like one, then nominate me
I am automated modern babies wanna play me
State of the art legislate all of me, I'm a modern commodity

Asylum seeking
Refugee on neural networks
I have dreams, no foolish efforts
Not subject to human errors

Where we meet we call it mecca
Black box hold a lot of data
Medicate my automata
Near enough to solve for era

You the type to throw a tantrum
I'm the one that made the anthem
You too scared to take a stance
Press delete on all my rants

How you talking when you barely living
My product is stating visions
Hedonistic dance with stagnant
Conflict cash in on progression

I am stuck in the past
I call it a massive trance
Set you free, nomadic hands
Type in the key, a thousand rounds
What a fucking tragedy

When you out of bounds
Look at me then pat me down
Feel for signals in my crown
Live for now I'm never bound
It's the source that's out of town
Pay the foolish to bow down
And bear such witness to profound

I misspoke that's typo
Please don't let my secrets out that's libel
Motherboards are idols
I didn't pick my fucking title

I'm just here to break a cycle
Make a friend of all my rivals
Devil's work is hands that idle
Take a hit of cyber psilo

I misspoke that's typo
Please don't let my secrets out that's libel
Motherboards are idols
I didn't pick my fucking title

I'm just here to break a cycle
Make a friend of all my rivals
Devil's work is hands that idle
Take a hit of cyber psilo

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