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insane
A future for better, a signal for next
I answer the call, the man or the mask?
Send me up a signal in the night sky, ooohhh
Won't let them hurt you,

Mexico
Talking shit I Ratio
Welcome to this episode

We've been ova this before
But still I'm asking
Do you really think ill stop
Mama I Go
Chasing my

signal
If you don't wear a mask
You don't care about lives
But if ya wear a mask
You don't care about rights
If you care about others
You better go get

labeled as rude
But nothing more should be construed
Considering age, it's a ratio
Of one to two
I won't mind you
No I won't mind you
I wont mind you
No I

Cynthia Mask

Robyn Hitchcock

Eye [Rhino]

1990

personal signals
Don't come to me later
Come to me now

Cynthia mask
You're wearing a Cynthia mask
Cynthia mask

Cynthia mask
I know how she feels

don’t ever wanna mingle
Made this shit a single
I don’t wanna mingle
Built this all myself
I can’t find a signal
They all clapping now
They all fakes that

smash your Benz windows
Detecting fake niggas signals
Yo live niggas get it too
Scarin rappers like the fed time
Gotti was acquitted to
Bloodshot red

wearing a mask outside
With the fresh air blowing in their own eyes
Staying safe from the corona
It don’t know ya
When you’re protestin' black lives
Virtue

hand to eat Doritos
Lookin at my feet and my socks got holes
They messed up the salsa dorito ratio
Realised I’m missing my favorite show
Try to call my

Lowest Part Is Free

Archers of Loaf

Vs the Greatest of All Time

1994

There they go, fucking up the ratio.
Biting on the skin that hangs off a hangnail.
Biting on the skin that hangs off a blister.
On the helping hand.

not get a flat white

Oh I didn't know
That the flat white was new
Back in the 90s
Jim Carrey was too
Dumb and Dumber, The Mask
Man those films were

You either die a hero...
Or live long enough...
To see yourself become a villain...
Ah
Black vest
Black bands
Black mask
Got me feelin like batman

Better watch your feedback
Done came along way
From them days with just me
And that ski mask
When me and my n****a was up
On a flight I ain't talking E

Got 200 contacts in my phone
Still nobody
That I can call on
Zero friends
Like I'm rockin Vlone
Give a signal
My dawg sending you home
Fuckin lil

funny
That. It’s your end.
Let me in.
Oh you little bunny!



I come back
Again again
Evaporate
The signals in your brain
And this mask
Will be your face

When the masks are on
And the voice inside is gone
No signal on my remoted mind
I live in a realm i see the nasty life
My mind is keeping me from

Time Is Too Expensive

Del the Funky Homosapien

Both Sides of the Brain

signals
For negros, spanish for black
I'll vanish your raps, at the borderline
Where you can order rhymes
Never monochromatic, y'all know the habits

out the ratio
So low numbers get you curved quick
You could settle for some fellatio
But pussy is the real purpose

I paused first then said what's good

the gravitational pull, 
mathematical ratio rule, when I say it on tools, & lay it on smooth,
 my rhyme application stay' on the move, 
gun rhyme like an AR do, 
let

ratio
Take it back up to a level that we used to know
Listen to the sound of the future in stereo
Look at the scenario
Go on and get acclimated

that dumb
Gimme that dumb
Gimme that sloppy toppy
Drippy droppy
Gummy gloppy felatio
Grippy locky
Ten four copy
Call me papi ratio
Said she can't put in

signals, telepathy waves, in-person and, over the gram
Gone be a hot summer, like one of Machine Gun
Wasn't paying attention as soon as I caught sight of her

my zone
What you doing on the phone
Would you please do that shit when you’re alone
I hate it when you try to send me all the wrong signals
Like you

the ending constantly feels surrounded by fear and deception. 
...You shiver... 
The good-to-bad ratio in darkness delivers a turmoil of faith you never