Probate for deathwish lo mein for breakfast roll rink in West Bank toll pay and spent it wont pay for entrance Soul flame intrinsic wart snake in bullace Buffaloberry silver line hooded Fortold with eter karina Astral to mecca medina, uh Cant keek it and faena for the bull got my eye on the target Murder rhymes never verbicide, just a lost boy Writing for my realty, argent velvet argent Frequency of realty Homie dont get confused, this aint that mealymouth rap Hear me out, black, they aint get the picture to depict it Need a image tube, bred the light in the darkness chalk this up to empty space Then retrace my steps, but you left misdirected I hit the shake and bake Ballin like im Walter shots it water haulin ass up out the naval base Bottled up centuries of pain, Feel like my heartache long But my memory drain Feel like a fractal of a fragment only practice is just balance I need access to the cactus or the mdma Burdens carried, hurt severely im divided Like the axis and my actions show that many relate I was stuck monkey drunk add the jasmine in gorilla glue Pain on my soul demon bounty bitch im ill and brute Status is a attribute of miniscule Drastic, shit get to the head the shit is dead You get the guillotine, quatzlcoatl sent a breath of fire Cause the air aint even fresh supply a charge to my adrenaline It lightning bolt to chakra shock your wheel To much superpower had me blacking out just like vanilla beans Too much hypertension thought a nigga need nitrendipine Plot on my manilla scheme, soul sick whats a gold fish To a gold finch I feel like im both mixed Rise high, then your toes tense soul lift and Thats how the story goes Go, go Go (vye 7-9 and you preying with me) (Vye 7-9 and you preying with me) Go Go (Vye 7-9 and you preying) Boxcar profit for my empire from boxboy Boxelder woodwork apparatus with boxfish Box column, hollow how low can limbo when shots rip Life stress punch wrong door with the loose box bolt Bow shock through your lo top and wak drop quick Burning bridges they just want construct em with the box beam I, in the future and that shit was just a popped dream I, in the past then my ka force swapped scenes Im fubar kill a fucking question Operation get that ugly motherfucker off my shoulder asking why me Im fubar kill a fucking question Never needed the same groove Power turned off then I hit em with the chain rule Taste clouds like chaste childs and wet dreams Concoct cool boom bap kicks and quaaludes
Written by: Herald Powers
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