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transfer my p l a c e
Not Boom nigga

No
I can't condone this shit
I need my ownership
Make room nigga
Fuck yo facade fuck yo mirage 
Fuck all that shit that

E-S-P 
From M-P-3  to L-C-D , a-d-d X-T-C , I A-M E-B-E …
He’s on that Est(he)rogen  “Bitches!”
I’m on that entheogen , “Which is?”
Parasuicide  by

Wu-Gambinos

RZA

Only Built 4 Cuban Linx

1995

leaking out your faucets, hmm
Time to forfeit your crown and leave the grounds
There's a new sheriff in town holding it down
It's the two holster,

Wu-Gambinos

RZA

Wu-Chronicles

1999

leaking out your faucets, hmm
Time to forfeit your crown and leave the grounds
There's a new sheriff in town holding it down
It's the two holster,

Material possessions never holding weight to me 
Set ablaze and let blaze whenever on a beat cause 

I am a flame
Melting this planet of wax 
Solar plexus

delivery to deliver those who patiently awaited
Holding bated breath facing east waiting on the sunrise
Meditation sun salutations how I run my life
Small

With delivery to deliver those who patiently awaited
Holding bated breath facing east waiting on the sunrise
Meditation sun salutations how I run my life

into all the parts of you. One of the things that I noticed was that I was holding a lot of tension in my jaw, neck and shoulders. By scanning my body

talk to the birds while I'm walking
I still sit next to trees like I'm chosen
And the graph higher than the stakes I'm holding
And this world is crazy, I

to my station
Jajanken Jajanken

I'm bout to put some holes in your floor
Pick your face up look how you're holding your jaw
Hit the beat and drop some

Wierder than Bjork
Hard as quartz
The Devil I thwart with no remorse
Holding fort
Make a hater face contort
I got the whole report
I don't have to sort
I'll

eye
You're holding space
For what's different
But leaning less
Towards compromise
And these powerful notions
They form
A less potent disguise
If nothing

expressive
Stick it in their solar plexus
Slit their wrist, let go, accept it
Lick my lips, then whoah, their headless
Overalls and Timberlands, I'm holding

I'm wretched got depression ain't no valve that I can vent with
So I'm howling at the moon this sniper hit your solar plexus
I'm offensive fuck you

on my WhatsApp
Thinking a bit more clearly
Holding my loved ones dearly
Looked in the mirror wondering how did I get here
I'm gonna blame it on Covid
I

storm
You look up to the sky
You bow your head and then resign
Your stomach churns
Your Solar Plexus burns
And admit that maybe this could be your time

neck, your chest. Exhale out any tension you're holding onto in your stomach. Stay with your breath as it rushes in again, this time maybe eyes flutter

dependent wanted acceptance
Completely defenseless I needed more effort I needed assessments to test my attendance
No spark to my gas to my solar plexus all