Lyrics:
sparking it up
Permeating ain't no product in hair (here)
Roll up and we breaking 'em down
They see the smoke, it's surrounding us
It's either "up" or you
fuming hatred
The type of diabolic nesting that decays in your brains crater
The fakest of haters could never find comprehension of a life worth living
Was ashamed to use the government aid free lunches up in the tenth grade
They laughed at the others underprivileged wonder why they did it
I guess it’s
The Chev got stuck and the Ford got stuck
But the Chev unstuck when the Dodge showed up
But the Dodge got stuck in the tractor rut,
Which eventually
the next man kicking up fuss"
Drunk, she stumbles down by a river
Screams calling London
None of us heard her coming
I guess the carpet weren't rolled
Get caught with a stray bullet
Introduce ya brain to metal
Like the lead is saying hello
People drink they pain away
Or roll some weed up in cigarillos
tired of English names
I'm tired of wondering if the music made me insane
See the system is controlled by creators who made the game
White man white suit
smoke, I drink
In the booth just to help me think
They make me feel like I'm goin' insane
But maybe it's just all in my brain
Is my mind playing tricks
fly (nevermind)
So don't come by (don't come by)
I want my face on the package of weed
She wanna be down with the empire, so she bag up for free
2013,
with cups in a mad rotation
Hazy
Good now my body feels weightless
Problems
Ain't even fazing
Basic
Convos full of broke english
Sipping Olde English
the
room extended to other, hidden areas of the large attic. But I stopped
just inside the door at the first of Brain’s large black file cabinets
in which
wake up fine in a place I love by myself
Yeah, it took some time, but at least I'm clear out of hell
I feel it coming on
I parachute alone
I'm
Alesha by me, call her Body Armor Curry
Modern M's in her, call her my McFlurry
It ain't her it's them niggas that make me worry (Not really)
Only when
Welcome to the Tromonous
Welcome to the Tromonous
Welcome to the Tromonous
Welcome to the Tromonous
This pure consciousness is called by modern
nameless and make lame shit
Meanwhile, me and T are out here fucking up the game bitch
If we ain't living, why the fuck we breathing
If I ain't winning, then
the shortening of a word, or a group of words
By the omission of a sound or letter
Okay, now here's some notes
Syntax you're always mangling
No "x" in
Everybody shut up, woo!
Everyone listen up!
Hey, hey, hey, uh
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
If you can't write in the proper way
If you don't know how
bring it up?
Could you bring it up?
Could you bring it up?
Say hallelujah peoples, say hallelujah oh yes!
Yes, yes in the name, the name of, in
bring it up?
Could you bring it up?
Could you bring it up?
Say hallelujah peoples, say hallelujah oh yes!
Yes, yes in the name, the name of, in
bring it up?
Could you bring it up?
Could you bring it up?
Say hallelujah peoples, say hallelujah oh yes!
Yes, yes in the name, the name of, in
the depths
calls your face, calls your spirit
one leads you there seduces you here
and locks you in a thoughtful
Spirit from the ether it penetrates your brain
right here with a pen and a pad and
Just jotting emotions, No modern-day addict
They want me to panic, demons inside of my brain,
Parasite's all in my
the clouds
I got stuck,
In my brain
I am trapped,
Once again)
Cotton fur,
From the sky
I can see it,
Passing by
It is near
And so clear
I want it,
To be here
Intelligence told me to "cut him some slack"
Before his brain gets attacked by my rap, fact, facts, ugh
Rap to Rap, I never slack up, nah
I motivate my stack
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