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Twelve disciples switching bibles
Swap it round we spinning vinyls
Do this shit I hit your vitals
Cycle bleed I see no rivals
Twelve disciples

grab the mic and
Took flight in steps

There was a time when I was losing it
Alcohol I was abusing it
The wealth of health I wasn't choosing it
To help

on my people to the government
I snitch on the government to my people
Rest in poetry Prodigy the game need you
I'll just take over and inject the vinyl

I've lost sight as my eyes roll back in my head
After enough alcohol, anything seems like a good idea

Vinyl smiles with plenty to hide
Cheap wine

And if I lost it all
I suffer from withdraw
Not from alcohol
But just from flamin' y'all
Me and Zac double-trouble, Team Rocket
I hopped on this beat,

a triple-bypass
Filling out a timesheet
While restricted by five-feet
Casting the revival
While planning out the vinyl
Sitting idle, but ain't got time
I'm getting

gives and each day takes, innit
But each new day has no mistakes in it

Like a broken record, it's how I make my mistakes
Everyone likes vinyl 'til

Plastic Surgery

Saafir

At the Speed of Life

1996

and delivery 
Might as well have his grill 
Pass the scaple, the alcohol, plants 
25 hundered get you style enhanced 
It's like... 

This, mask right will

I love you so damn hard but I don't have to try

You're warmer than vinyl, I'm not fireproof
You're hotter than a rattler on a Texas tin roof
I gave

vinyl en la roma records hoy
Fumando in da street que se jodan los cerdos 
 Que carguen su karma que carguen sus muertos 

Precios exorbitantes por unos

vibes in the tinder bio
God knows i went that country mile
But I ain't into chicks I'm into dudes with vinyls
Bring back funk like the first revival

I

what you fiend
That's that dick
Addiction setting in
I see you calling
For that dick

Who am I
Hahaha
The school supplier 
From alcohol to attire

ain't bleeding enough 
More than imported vinyl to the Japanese "Ohayou" 
I be knowing what's up I get draws off "Kon'nichiwa" 
She down to smash even

'cause I don't care about the money
You've never been poor, I can tell by the amount of meat
You leave on your chicken wing bone
And all your CD-era vinyls

with paradise is the alcohol in twitching twilight
The bumbling, huffing sharpies, behind basement doors and bales of barley
Charred jackets steaming in

When the night calls back
In fact excuse the alcohol
Cuz my mind just slacks
Avenue to the wall
Bitch I just relapsed
3 a.m. and I'm pushing a pack
I

Once apon a time
내 목소리가 변할 때쯤
Linchpins in my brother's phone
나 가는 곳마다 두 귀엔 헤드폰
2017 Vinyl Underground
지금의 나와 연장선
무대에 설 때, they
said, "Who is he?"

There's no meaning in alcohol
There's no meaning in a tape I found on the floor
There's no meaning in coffee cups
There's no meaning in sinners or in whores

higher, the girls calling me sire. My timb boots stay flyer
I love rough sex, fat checks. I'm a funk master, like flex
What's next? I smash vinyls and tape

kind of low I can
Throw some vinyl on the stereo
And roll up my worries and watch
'em all go up in smoke

I'm takin' that red eye flight
I'm gonna be