Lyrics:
me, skin darker than Wesley
Two-eighths of shrooms got me dancing like Mr. Bentley
Mind yo' fuckin' business, why you think the whip is tinted?
dead
There's just.....................
Golem II: The Bionic Vapour Boy
Golem II: the self-perfecting
Lie-rejecting
Human mind correcting
Totem
minds
They try to style on a New York nigga
Like my flow ain't cold like
A New York winter i don't stunt, I regulate
Seen empires separate
Best friends
belief I could create eternity.
Leaning the guitar up on the amp, taping down organ keys, feeding back forever, distorted waves of cymbals oceany.
I execute this rebuke, good master
He said, these cometh not out, but by prayer and fasting
Like, one, two, three, four, five, knock a demon down
date two people at the same time
Knowing it is twice the sin (Why why why)
Oh yes I have this little problem
Here I'm being vain again (Why why)
Hey man
The 50th Law, however
States that there is one
Thing we can actually
Control the mind-set with which we respond to
These events around us and if
We are able
the media by sending out
Fraudulent misinformation the reason why I'm
Always so extremely fed up is because of the
Current state of the country i'm
Certain
trife the Roman Empire state
So much on my mind that I can't recline
Blastin' holes in the night 'til she bled sunshine
Breathe in, inhale vapors
in his arms, broken
A young mind distorted emotions, is there an upside?
His brother got murdered up North by milletas
Ma-ma, battlin', cancer,
s*** in his arms, broken
A young mind distorted emotions, is there an upside?
His brother got murdered up North by milletas
Ma-ma, battlin', cancer,
spoiled at shows, to the winners the spoils go
I take the L, transfer to the 2, head to the gates
New York life type trife the Roman Empire state
[Mos
spoiled at shows, to the winners the spoils go
I take the L, transfer to the 2, head to the gates
New York life type trife the Roman Empire state
[Mos
mind isn't pretty in the light
The motto wasn't to follow down this shameful path
Why is music with a message a disgraceful art
The game is so dirty
by the SNAFU sigh of a mind in crisis
A mighty morphing, prize fighting type of a seismic warning
A violent force that annihilates your vital organs
to fly high, wanted to be like him
But now we're all in the
Worst state we've ever been
Oh dear stuck with a mission
Spread the pain to others
What
(it's me)
If you ask me how I'm living
I'll tell you I'm great
Money stacks taller than the Empire State (damn)
Hottest thing since the LL and Kool
again
That’s alright with me, cause now I see
It was broken by a dear, dear friend
[VERSE 2]
I live between the past and present state of mind
In
BMI heavy, gotta list a freight, flying out of state
Already on one, two, three, four, gotta get more
Come from days hitting licks at the corner store
talking)
Skate Key empire USA
Rooftop 2 O'clock
Skates off break north to the rink
Minks springfield in Newark
The 6 borough Jerz car jack city
The GW
learn
Not to be fuckin' with the nigga
Buckin' with the trigga
Nothing you could figure
Could help you escape
From this mind state
That I create,
in the foster home
Killin' ourselves with the house keys...
Not every broken home can come equipped with a fix-it man
And it's a smelly mess once
I was a one-track mind in a two-lane town
That blue-collar hammer couldn't nail me down
I found a pirate's life on a state highway
Bluffed a few
learn
Not to be fuckin' with the nigga
Buckin' with the trigga
Nothing you could figure
Could help you escape
From this mind state
That I create
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