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on nothing

Now you're screaming S.O.S.
But you can't speak without a lisp
And underwater I get dressed
So when I stand I'm bodiless
A compass under too much

on a 
NEXT workstation with a DSP card and the COMMON MUSIC package written
in LISP computer language by Heinrich Taube.

Computer graphşcs techniques such

I thought that was common sense uh
Shit
I just pulled up
Yeah this shit intense ya
Can't afford none of my clothes
Let alone that shit that's on my

flow
Collective conscientiousness
Corrected common myths
Elected locked in lisp
This Western wanton mix
With Kenyan kicked drill bits tipped diamonds

"M" in my name stands for monolith
No that's not a lisp, you're a finalist
Here's a sash for that ass it says dominance
now, here's my hotel key

a bit
Wanna get fucked up maybe lisp a bit
Baby sip this cup lets get intimate
So imma do what I do smoke in the booth
Really only thinking bout the music

it got nothing in common with yall shit
So fucken rotten shoot for noodle like ramen
Enough with the talking
I'm honestly fed up with all of these

a list
Bitch I'm shady like the mist
I'm Mike Tyson with the lisp
I'm J Falcon with the dick
I took three shots like I'm Kobe
Put 'em all in the net
Kind

section to A list 
I Beat them to the punch and be the first to say this 
Comin up they had nothing so they parodied a lisp 
Speech impediment I couldn't

like  I left the womb with a lisp
You probably left the bedroom with a new cyst

Only nice if you act right, common sense
Got used to no headroom, I'm

not recorded I'm speechless
Been low plottin on three lists
Get free tips I don't mean to spit
Cleft lip with a gleek lisp
Set it in like I'm 6'10

shoot
Line em up
They in queue 
I'm death 
And they playing with the list
Gotta lisp
Always spit
Yea you thinking that you hard boy
I'll kill every cell

the fuck up you aint fuckin wit this
Steppin to me you need an army so go run and enlist
Throw hands swell up ya lip and have you talk with a lisp
I hope you

time, cold wind blows, fuck wind chimes, I might win sometimes
But I can't unwind, I can't unrhyme why the fuck you asking?
It's a lisp motherfucker, it's

Knowing I ain't pay attention, calling me out
To read out loud, but all that came out
A stutter and lisp, and my teeth is buck as it gets
I'm stubborn

thinks he a mister but he is a miss
Lucifer's gift, to us, many a thing's missing
I cuss! His lisp is drifting... Only succeeding in splitting us up
I aint