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Might leave a text or a note 
You spill yo heart and they joke
Leave you out on the floor
Looking for clearance in smoke 
Getting so high that you scared

My mind is never tangled I see all kinda angles
Give food for thought to my city no boundaries never Spangles
Two fucks bout what y'all eating it

touch
Cuz i'm the one they after
They say baddies move in silence
I say no sir
Queen shit
Head high spinning
Helicopter
Patriarchy wants us quiet
I say

the grains of my emotion such a sale
Wind up in my leaves
But my trees are frustrated
Frail
Bees up in my garden
But don't bargain with those obstacles
Run

bloated

Anyway, I'm looking for somebody
Have you seen him?

He's yay high
I must have lost him
Oh no

But I miss my carefree ways
I miss my salad days

Yy:
Quality over quantity, you can see my wavelength
Velocity over frequency, basically the same thing
My lambda could stand up at an angle that

first breathe, there’s no better high
All these rappers off the drugs, they rap better high
Then a white man in a suit makes sure he televise it
Let me

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ahead dumb up, make me car crumb up 
It's the Militia
Y'all niggaz don't know about I 
Got me heated, frustrated about to blow my high 
Me and Benz

Reach out past boundaries realize your boundless
Merkaba crash landing on an audio canvas
the universe expands like minds with high bandwidth
 
Into space

remettes au travail
C’est pas l’gros high
Y’a quelque chose dans l’entrain qui déraille
J’ai beau regarder ça de tou’és angles
C’est comme un choker qui

siphoning 
And my needs are taught stick with the frightening
I scoop with intentions of rising high up
I dream of big pensions, my jets will fly up
But I've

hearts were high
When the day was young and the night was long And the moon stood still for the night bird song
If you go away, if you go away, if you go

don't give me a rush
Evil attacks from every angle, it don't match up to the light
Lord let these guardian angels guide us to greater highs
This world

Seventh Ave Stu that medicinal
People try sayin I'm Cynical
Label the rhyme to my riddle
You haven't a clue of the angle I'm taken
Misshapen unorthodox

Victor Baron

The Click

Money & Muscle

2001

alright
Humongous ass, I punched the gas
And my speed racer go fast, super-endurance
Souped up with a kit, high-performance
Gettin' scratched off

looking for a rock
And we were living on the same block
With that hip-hop
You're a little reptile
Only no-foot high
You've got those four strong legs

that with a grain of salt 
Things here get experimental
Hush hush that's confidential
The quintessential of info central, governmental, to keep it simple

Every grain of sand - trickle through my hands
Can't keep control - just let it flow

The beauty of the beast - or its nature at least
Floating with

Give my compliments to self

The acubus harmonic tones calculus
The plan of greatness calculated 
Faith of a mustard seed I'll settle for a grain of sand

I remember waterfalls tumbling down the mountainside
Children of rainclouds that roll across the sky
Spilling over boundaries like holding out your

Evil

Carter the Unstoppable Sex Machine

Post Historic Monsters

1994

the Ku Kluts Klan
He was the child catcher he gave us Margaret Thatcher

One day the Devil was in high good humor for he had created a mirror
Which

a pipe band,  
Spit in a light language, in the wild angle, 
Set the wide range, I make a whole crowd come in one night stand, 
I stay sharp and show love

whoa.

And so the tale goes, 
As old as time though, 
Marilyn Monroe’s throw 
Back on some snow globes.

Gettin’ high to stay low.
A price is paid,
Stow