Lyrics:
I ain't got time for no guilty discussions We're so sorry by the dozens
No more time for them manic-life lessons Put a maniac to bed, I'm just
know leaving ain't easy
I'm on my way
All the days go by
With no fire in my eyes
I'm ready for a flame to come
Need to chase these lights
While my youth
imbeciles are stuck on pieces of cloth!
What is wrong with you?
Death by RNG must not be how you go
I don't care who you are
I have to reduce my chances
Their mics are slidin'
Out their hands.
Rockin' the junky's world
With the release
Of every single.
Back in the days
I told ya,
I need a beat
cry
I rather get high to get by
Fighting these demons when I close my eyes
So sleep it ain't easy for me
I rather stay up and plot on this cream
I
beyond his offspring
These are the Savants, who carry his message on sing-
Songs of the meta-verse gnostics
Was much more than an innovative rapper
Was
dressing myself no i do
Not need a stylist
Fly by myself i don't need a pilot
$10000 Ten thousand fit when
I'm in the moshpit
Mixing up the drugs but I keep
of a death servant to all satanic maniacs
When I give these raps, your mental will collapse
Back down to the surface of the Earth with these murderous
No more
One more and I'm on the floor
Saw you by the pool girl you look so pretty
Are you a country girl or are you from the city
Yeah I picked you up
So what's up now nigga? (Boom)
[DMG:]
Trapped up inside another bad day
This fuckin' chronic got me demonic affecting me in a bad way
I'm
This is the day they try to re-enslave us
Grow my hair long, Angela Davis
So I can get recognized by the space invaders
Storm troopers, have you heard
deserved
Did you let 'em all down and stay true to your word?
Did you finally find peace after all that you earned?
Ya I'm not winning these days
Loosing my
you're
Alone in the dark abyss
By any means set a goal and accomplish it
This is a machine
And we are just a part of it
This is a machine
And you are just
niggas wearin dickies, but some are bein picky
They see me in my packas and these bitches wanna lick me
Groove to the sounds of the TDF
Takin ova like rova
streamed live by a hopeless maniac
nothing is stopping
these circles of violence
life keeps moving
we stand here in silence
straight from satellite
the death
Look the world right in the eye
Eat the countries that are making billions
Sweet as homemade apple pie
Saved by crumbs for all the starving
day
With my boys drinking 40's smokin' jays
Back to normal but not for me
I had been graced by the face or at least
The back of the knot
Found myself in
hypocrites in politics
Do willingly what's ordered by a few
They're proclaiming these false certainties
Of which they know they simply can't be true
sheep
How they follow flock
They saying bullshit to the camera
Inspired by Matt Hancock
Haha,
I think these people really lost the plot
You can tell by
begin, to master
Rhymin' rhymin' rhymin'
Criminal minded, you've been blinded
Looking for a style like mine you can't find it
They are the audience,
begin, to master
Rhymin' rhymin' rhymin'
Criminal minded, you've been blinded
Looking for a style like mine you can't find it
They are the audience,
(Talking muffled by loud beats)
Check this out fool
I'm at this party
These two bitches lookin' hella pretty
I walk up and kiss 'em each on they
breath
Down to the depths. I'm beyond saving, I'll drive you peons crazy
I'm a zany maniac or a crazy brainiac
Go and play it back
I'm a zany maniac, I was
Hotspot
Any day now, dear IRS
I know, take your time
One week ago I created a new DeviantArt account as the Prophet Obblonge, and by the end of today
Will
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