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the beat or the flow or the sound?

Take off my cleats and I throw in the crowd

I runnin' game talkin' road-runner style

I drop a hit, it's a homerun like

Painting another sound
Pushing you to the wall- slow
As we closed the evening filling gap for ‘we’ were gone
Anger and lullaby
Elephant in the room-

a foreigner
Everyone’s a mourner,
Sooner or later,
Bullet holes on the wall
You’s a painter,
White chalk
Yellow lines,
It’s normal here,
Live in fear,
Red blue,

The pick axe in Fortnite 
Sounds real nyce
Xxo lemme give that a swipe
@ryanlakebreeze
If yall wanna fight
Theres a pipe on this bike
Cover your ears

never drop the ball
Stain in the wall and vandalize it so bad that they can’t scrub it off
Talk your talk walk your walk, if they don’t like it then fuck

Shoes off the wall with the polo on the sock
An I been flexin hoe whatcha really know about it 
Always standin out in a room that’s feelin overcrowded

back

Hurricane with the wave
I might just die by the sound
Way too on my own shit
They be on bullshit
I might just hit Mexico chill with the family
My

Beast don’t knock on my door
‘Cause I’m not gonna let you in anymore

Raise my voice up, like a fist of sound
Starting in the mind, emanating from

know who this is, someone who rarely misses
Bares his teeth and sharply hisses, making people want death wishes
Glaring at the sound of Hope, withered

the ground
Away ending awful sounds
Burying your head in your pillow now
Breathing in the sun
And I can see it through the blades of corn cut into the sky

talk to a ghost, then go on with the walls, woah
I loop my finger around this silver lining
At least my new rigor is bound to sicker lines n'
You could

Every time I hear the sound it pierces through my head
Leaving traces, hidden places, wisdoms left unsaid
Sit behind the empty canvas, staring

a fight.

The walls start spinning,
I’m losing ground,
Deafening creaks turn me
Inside out.
I’m watching myself
Falling down,
Screaming for a help,
But there

a special ritual
This is a superstition for cool sound to reach and
I'm not that kinda guy who goes believing that and this shit
But special exercise is

see my glow, now they my bro
Now you came 'round, funny how it sounds
You were not down, back on the wall, done with 'em all
Take out the competition

Clinically, she's fine.
But chemically, she's dying. 
Codependent 
Drove up the wall.
She's incoherent,
And slowly walks,

Through the house,

in not allowing anything to slip away.
When the generator dies between the walls of nickel plate, only solution to keep us going is trusting in Triple

Verse 1 Terror Van Poo

The wall is hatin and gate keepin
Its like a lost photo
So i need the latch on a take flight like the mike logo
Vibe aint

the mind pages with sound fog,
Useless fucking cogs turning way too slow
Running out of copes, sway of the impulse  
Rose that i chose and hold close to my

My face is banged to the wall

My pride is fucked so much more

I'll eat some stew with beans 

Then I'll snick to the bottle of Gin

My senses are

Stretching for miles like the walls of china

Demons on our doorstep best believe
We're gonna drive them out
Titan steam is filling up the sky
Hear our

hold your head
Tuesday Wednesday stay in bed
Or Thursday watch the walls instead
It's Friday I'm in love

Saturday wait
And Sunday always comes too late

mind

As I tried to find my road
There’s nothing but high walls
Need to find the way back from this place that I’ve stuck
I feel so faceless and broke

got heat
Thats some hoe shit
Im high asf
I wanna see graphics
Lets shoot em up
Blood splattered
Wall to the ground
You shouldve heard that sound
My K