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"Jittery" (Cypher #2)
- //Verse 1
- Jittery, unflimflammed of this Salem witchery,
- Houdini trickery, bitterly shivering
- at the periphery of the Statue of Liberty.
- This slippery, natural history of my lively,
- Django's whiplash injuries, beckoning to me valedictories.
- Fracturing these chicories, inkberries,
- clock ticking hickories into splinteries.
- Inwardly, I'm interrogating myself inquiries.
- This liturgy of chivalry, aiding breech delivery.
- Like the pyrrhic victory of Hillary, Everest,
- I'm the limelight of the epitome.
- Never gingerly, but I'm running this auxiliary distillery.
- On the contradictory, saying all that gold ain't some glittery,
- I'll pillory those synergies
- wholly of invading my domiciliary fishery.
- Sisterly rotisseries in Italy, damn, this shivery ain't my misery.
- Luminary, and I ain't spanning 50 Cent uries,
- not playing cricket, yet I'm kicking these wickets of silvery just of necessity.
- I'm niggardly using artillery shutting these Twitteries out of consistory.
- //Chorus
- They say I'm a man with jittery,
- I guess this is no mystery,
- with my experience right behind me,
- I know this well and familiarly.
- (x2)
- //Verse 2
- I'm impatient as hell, my replacement of shell.
- Manumit the enslavement of my dwelling true form,
- knicked at the inflation of sells.
- Bit edgy round the corner, hit every pound I order,
- split plenty astounding wordplays with a witty mouth like Doctor.
- A twitchy bitch, and yes I'm filthy rich,
- in lexicons, switching enriched doggerels into treatises of doctoral.
- Autobahn on an Altona fast lane, Shinkansen on a fast train.
- Get past Wall Street in a heart beat with a Lockheed fast plane.
- No I'm never a patient, me a fucking surgeon.
- Quarreling me is ducking surgeons, one night stand, now I'm sucking virgins.
- I'm a chauffeur riding 400, that words per minute.
- Been it, don't fuck with my third verse, cause
- none of your words worth, innit?
- //Chorus
- //Verse 3
- Now I'm raring and restive, time sparing and festive.
- Antsy, I'm a laborer, leaf cutting through Banksy's.
- Aesop Rock with the days off, traipsing The Streets with a bass song.
- Pranging these dipshits out the bay town, chafe mixed with Space Bound.
- Not out of these, and I'm sure an oddity, Bowie esque curiosity.
- Headstrong instead of the arm,
- trek Mars and the Moon, second degree bodily harm.
- Large hand inbound, rapping platoon.
- Acromegaly libretto, Nena with her plastic balloons.
- No ghetto, yet I'm the agog saga, ain't yo classic goon.
- Othello, upend the scoreboard,
- never the underdog wanna, willing to a drastic tune.
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