Lyrics:
the moon fade black
Never sentimental on an instrumental
When it's complemental to the mental psycho
Alpha, disco, quick to split your riddle
From the max
vanishes like a haze
All comes to hault
And the doors slam wide open
Then all are called out on the ground
A sweet sour smell
Fills all lungs
on the dole
Jumps a train puts on her gloves she's wearing black
Being watched by some old mug she's glaring back
She's on edge and got the bug from sharing
always laughing
I felt jumpy my bran was crackling
I was grabbed along with the milk put in a bowl
It was dark /a black hole / must have been the kid's
Rib into lung. Head on collision.
Tooth into tongue. Insipid succubi.
Match to the fuse.
And I'm un-anesthetically revived,
So ashamed that I
Hooked
You're tied down, you're locked up
You've got no way out
You're broke down you're fed up
Your lungs start to shout
You're wincing,
attempting to front on him [yo]
Got so close to money's face looked like he put his toungue on him
Blew the blunt on him, swung on him, spit a lung on him
spiritual illusions with ghostly physical holograms
I'm having holograms!
Watch as the Psyche destroys like a flood
Even though my pen writes in black
Here come the maggot, feedin' on my flesh! x8
Darkness, (black!) buried underground
3 slugs in my chest, never been found
I'm decomposin', my
Festering stench in the air - rotten.
The black and filth all around - breeds.
The masses breed this cloud that is slowly blackening our lungs
Limited decours like
That ain't what the whores like
They love Gillie I ain't writin the checks
Black out at the Phillies' game jewelry light up the Vet
the doochie
Doe-see dola
Sit on the couch
Turn on the TV
Make some jello
Smear it on me
Turn on the black light
Let's see the strobe
She says
blew it
Give me the gat, do him
Dime art rap, perhaps lungs collapse, let me back track
Slapped for talkin', snitchin', get clapped at
Projects, actual
and move to Brazil?
But then how you goin' breathe, when your lungs ain't there?
Comin' in your buildin', and my sons is there
with they hands by
at
Now where the brews, and the drugs at?
Corrupt cats kept slug hats
Asked the feds where the bugs at
Puff with the dread, cause I puff black
High,
some lung
Don't know how its goin, Yungstars still flowin
Flippin with Po-yo, and his trunk is steady glowin
See that boy me and Poo
He's steady
I am the unclean
The black drop at the bottom of your cup
You'd better drink or throw me up
'Cause I am on your lip and tongue
God
I'm not yours
its horror
New glory in one thousand flames
Pranayama calms emotions
End it now tomorrow's will
Iron lungs for mechanical pressure
The atomic cult
Nigga what's the meaning of that
Shit, scheming, a black Smith & Wesson
What's hood i'm grown
Now I gotta start protecting my goods
I gotta start
Rain twists shapes and hisses fear
I kiss my tears as the ground disappears
White stones fall down from the sky
Black storm clouds groan and then
lungs...suffocate
Scream with every breath I take
Wondering, 1-2-3
Will I ever see my ---?
run away...run so far away
The monolith stands in darkening shadow
and ear
They twitch inside misshapen sockets
Sightless they roll and gaze into black
A toothless cartilage mouth opens from my chest
Its rubbery spasms
'bout a bottle of pills and black tooth shots
The soothsayer said a prayer and sent me out on my way
Seeds in hand I made the land with a swagger off into
fingers are starting to turn black
Although you are praying to your god
You will slowly start to rot
Rotting is the only way of life
The stench is
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