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can’t stop me I’m a proxy, open me, autopsy, there’s nothing cause I’m just a


Ball of hurt
A bag of shit
Ball of sex
A bag of dicks


Ah man, these

social media act, we going live, nigga
Annual drill card inspection, open fire on them
Let's proxy a new pandemic and picture these niggas winning
They

like I'm Megalo boxing
Don't hang with trappers just digital jockeys
And motherboard hackers dismantle a proxy
Inner gate open and ample as Rock Lee

as he might need...
He could open up a chain of motels, people
On the highway, yes indeed!

Quadrafonic desperation!
Just might be some confinement loaf

you climb, didn't it?
Dropping my name blew doors open that were closed before

And one day you'll see that you've never really seen me
One day

Lately tragedy's found me,
Seething spires of envy,
Distant memories make me, 
Know your feelings were empty

Once broken, twice open,
Now burning,

in disguise
So if I open up I'll suck you dry

You'll become
(Null)

I'm grasping to feel some stability
For my collapsing mind
These proxies simulate

Searching through the alleys
Lurking, wiggeling door knobs
Cracking open windows
And let it all in
To your body
Like a sharp pendullum to slice open

proxy
Convicted, boiling in the bloodline
Gnawing at the edge, a wolf at the door
Battles behind open eyes, here we go again

Inherited absurdity

All of us
Why can’t we see
All of us taken for free
Bleeding us
Cut at the throat
A proxy list
Suicide note
When will we learn
To use our eyes
Can

sneeze
And he gardens with allergies
You know I should have left the back door open again
And leave him the possibility of sending Stephanie and her

better you know
I got moxy for proxy wars
Contradiction even my name is an oxymor...
Toxic core, can I detox? Ask Dre
Stacks to make, drop classics like

my dear 
I think we all going to die there 
At least I had a chance to surf Rincon 
Hey hey came a long way Liberian boy  

Girl you should cut me open

the neck of the freaking exorcist
Bitch, I said that this mask ain't for hockey
Hate Versace, Versace, I got Münchhausen by proxy
I'm making you sick, don't

get up, I gotta keep the lid up, my nigga!
(Wake and bake!)
Oh no, no, no, no, KC! I got the old weed, ah!

Open up my eyes and need some roaches

get up, I gotta keep the lid up, my nigga!
(Wake and bake!)
Oh no, no, no, no, KC! I got the old weed, ah!

Open up my eyes and need some roaches

on the death we lived in
No more proxies, no more stand ins
Skies open up

The only thing I know is how we hold each other right now

Herma-Mora, Herma-Mora
The gardener of men
Herma-Mora, Herma-Mora
Speak my name again

Fate’s Proxy
Gaze into the Black Book
Open your fragile intellect
Growing

for me
Backdoor open
No trojan when she ridin' on me
Pistol in my pocket if you tryna start some fightin'
I supply who supplies who supplies the guy you

represent
Ropy, branching bodies, abominations that smell like open graves.

Shumath-Ghun, Black Nebula
The Black Goat of the Woods with a Thousand Young.

In

Sponsored by proxies anonymous
Opposed to those only open
To approval & acknowledgements
Terrestrial accomplishments
Instead of honoring
Sacred celestial

treading water in a heated blur
Just to stumble upon what we already no longer were
Once sharp shadows now blurred into a strange proxy of you
Your world

if
Hold on one sec let me check diagnosis
Rinnegan help me scan my opponents
Rifle rounds kunai blades they'll leave a nigga open

Hologram tak właśnie

super cold
Like God, I know ya every move
I be ya body proxy
I make you rock from every joint I drop
You copy?
I rap about my black experience and ripping