Lyrics:
the waters froze super-liminally
And where tachyons fly heavenly
Where Chang'e plays her silver strings
They call it MC
What would it mean to be a beam
Lettin' the Cristal's breathe
At the Barnacle Bar, under my sleeve, vernacular, fifty G's
I'm talkin' big cheese, you gotta be down to dig these (uh)
UV flux
Obscured by dust
Floating in lines
Wavelength inconsistency
The simulation finds the slope is bluer
Attenuate the redshift and observe
at the crib, see
Catch burritos droppin' down the chimney
Hear the jingle bells? It must be
Stuffed crust cheese (Oh, cheese) trust me
I keep it poppin' like
the females from losing interest.
And Miss Save The Universe,
You're a damsel in distress,
Tied down to a track of isolated incidents.
Generalize my
them trenches like them Columbine shooters (like them Columbine shooters)
I was down bad, broke, and almost abandoned hope (now what?)
Now my followers
of engineering
To rival the great pyramids and cheese in a can
He's in a band called "Birds" and it work ?
With a root down deeper than the pockets on his
and home.
Her booty size, well, it outta be illegal.
She has a hard time, sittin' on the throne.
Hamburgers, hot dogs; cheese fries and coleslaw.
A dozen
connected by our fingers, let's start telling a line
We speak of love, no fall, but everyday we fly
And the birds fly high
No cheese to stop by
Man-made
Looking down, towards the remains
Inner strength fuelled by hate
Now start to eliminate
Refined words were used
While you were accused
Enforced lines
black, one chrome
Sounding out, outside your home
(Ah, right by you)
Two door coupe, let her drive (Skrr)
Heard that she curve all the guys (Curve)
All
every white string infinite
You different, last night, niggas picturin'
Seven times, had a black chick tryin' white shit
Fatal Lines, I'm the future, real
Tryna say, tryna say, tryna say somethin', nigga, tryna say
Fifth string, Young Peggy Ringo
Slick with the ink, these melodies need Duolingo (shit)
arrangements, are quick, shutting down your power lines
On a bunch of small puppets, with a wack ass team
That only move, at a push of a button that pull strings
ones
Sell them finish line i'm just one of your
Favorite rappers finish line
They already know wassup don't
Play with him, Give me mine
Try to tell that
bounce with her, puff a ounce with her, not wise, not with
Papi chill, get sloppy, get killed by
Blood streams the guillotine f'real, yeah
Pop bottles
your head high in the clouds let me bring em' back down imma make you niggas take some Aleve
Y'all niggas ratting for the cheese
No, it aint no I in
see
You can't do half my crew laughs at your rhubarb and custard verses
You rain down curses but I'm waving, your hearse's driving by
Streets
wings no more
From now I'm watching the sun come up
From now I'm count as the trees go by
Yeah from now my heart lies on their string
I got 3200 miles
I hate to see de evenin' sun go down,
Hate to see de evenin' sun go down
'Cause ma baby, he done lef' dis town.
Feelin' tomorrow like I feel
waitin'
Worm been gone off-a that hook for a couple of hours)
(I was busy)
When you go fishin', tell why' what to do
Go set down by the grassy dew
Stand up dolla plaza
Yeah
The revolution will be televised
Black men don’t tell no lies
I love big mac with cheese
Salty value fries
Black eye peas
and just turns over
And life drifts slowly by in the provinces
Wedding rings come with strings but love depends on the little things
Oh could that still
of incident
The black latex, D's can't get the print
The flyin' spur so fly, I had to get the bent
Got initials on the door scrap, initials on the floor mat
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