Lyrics:
Won't hear a sound at Porton Down,
The clear liquids keep their silence,
Buried underground at Porton Down
The fast form of the final violence.
Time with fear
Handling, Matters with care, 'Til desired outcome appear
Inside, 365, To strive, We dare!
From New Years day, Can't hesitate, Superb
know for handling buiz
I think of tupac
When I'm bobbin smoking a spiff
The horror of a winner
In the game Is what I miss
I wonder what would of happened
hard
I just made a million in a month
Sipping on my liquid and I'm stuck
I just put acrylic in my cup
I just saw that bitch and don't pretend that she
Battling
An immortal ascended master
Transformed
Black belted as a panther
Handling the macabre
Felt through this massacre
Drunken style swagger
Another day of asking why don't we just fucking die again
Another instance of escaping to the rhyme again
As the city's disappearing in mist
I'm handling
for auntie and her sandwiches friends
I keep getting Monster job request for package handling
Word must got out how I never damage packages
Heading back
Nobody sees tears when you're standing in a storm
Abandoning the norm, and handling the harvest
Measuring the worth by the depth of the hardships
I welcome
Handling our collective growth with both hands as it pours through my fingers
Filling cracks and folds
Such beauty was never meant to be held this tightly
I
bananas
into a gas station
they would explode in my microwave
liquid bananas
how do i spell it
there's nothing to complain
I wish you were liquid
So that way I could absorb you into my skin
Closer than anything
I'd wear you around all day like a layer of sunblock
Like I
low
Slaying dragons as they come with liquid or with smoke
(chorus)
It's now time to roll the train must now leave the station can't stay here no more
the concrete with the thorn
And when I'm gone I shall live in a vase
Me and Porter just handling business
Boy we came a long way from blasting cannons
the palms, half the length of my arm
I end up in a station and I'm staring into space like a mannequin in Clarks
I ain't panicking, I ain't had a random
end
I'm not dreaming, manifestation
Station to station, translation
Inner thoughts of my own stasis
Dinner of thoughts, imagination
Phantasm, it's
Hand-sew everything with kind intention
Liquid soundwaves pour from my eyes
My heart cries out to you in desperation
7AM is when the station plays its
Near you
Our audience is massive
Unlike my method, man
It's half-subtracted
Or split
Got a liquid sword on deck
Whenever I spit
Airport security can't
a mut but I got the thirst like side effects from a drug
Cuz I'm always
Sluggin back that drug inna mug
Coffee ya Tuborgs too Copenhagen liquid gold
Good evening
This W-H-E-V-N
My co-letters on the Love Program
Broadcasting to you from a heavenless station
I’mma make it hot, yes
It’s a sexy
head hurt
Spots on the carpet, station wagon at the supermarket
With stamps on deck, with beads around this girl's neck
I crack a forty ounce, watch
to deter Caustic malignant disease Elaborate precautions involved in handling Containment essential discharge forbidding Extreme caution potential risk
keep watching a lotta the station
But y'all touring us right now
And it feels so beautiful
Performing at black face tonight!
It's my nigga, Joe
to conversation
Now we find ourselves at police stations
Someone carrying brief is handling our cases
An addiction that has crossed races
Don't let it catch you
We
She say that she love you but she didn't mean it
Cuz I'm all up in it I'm handling business
Yo bitch look at me and she instantly fiendin'
She suckin'
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