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Weeping Poet
- Making a livin of false representations
- Deferred proclamations confronts my frustrations
- My principals have truly been forsaken
- Half my life is contractual and about dough making
- Dying is a must and a factual statement
- They claim to be some MCs but on what basis
- Their lameness is evident, acting like their ego was heaven sent
- When it looks like that peephole got 7 heads
- Creeping through windows and hitting rear ends
- Fear doesn’t end when you step around the bend
- And see me with a hammer and your gut gets wrenched
- Can’t handle the pressure and apocalyptic stench
- That reads revelations on how elegant you’ll end
- Sectors of Life looking like you broke and never spent
- When it reality it was good decisions keeping you from drawing lint
- Now it’s half a brick I’m tripping over my feet to my head
- Welding the versions of rap you hear on the go
- Whether on the radio or in a movie when the credits slow
- The debt is low, lethal lead from my vocals blow
- Using postal codes to find out where you lay low
- You gonna get found like farming in Iowa for potatoes
- I’m A.Morgan meets Kratos, topped with a halo
- Thanos snapping his finger to get rid of the fake hoes
- Who just gardening to get down low
- Makes me cry slo, the culture has shown
- That humans have controlled it beyond repair of our own
- Oh no, that’s the amusement of the trolls
- Fire burning buildings
- Coffins with scratched ceilings
- You a villain, I’m just dollar billing
- Hoping on millions
- Friends with gifted and splitted children
- Sending folks to space like astronomy
- Hold the face to the floor mend with their monosomy
- I’m rolling bars uncontrollably, I’m real, ontologically
- Study the way you eat meals, biologically
- Pathologically speaking I’m running your psychologically
- But in all honesty, im rich you plain poverty
- No diss to the lesser by the wealth
- I’m talking about the souls who already got killed
- Let go of their health, roadway to hell
- Pull away hair follicles from impeding pressure on themselves
- But that pressure on me turns to seething shells
- More like diamonds from the pressure I’ve held
- That’s something not many folks can tell, so they just yell
- Run things and get caught awoke from the jail
- Heard that jail is closest thing to hell
- Time to reach in my brain and pull out the jezebel
- Seems laced with jazzy bells and clientele
- It ain’t hard to verbally tell
- But the courtesy of merging what I compel
- Is a must if you strive for good reputations that never fail
- Fire burning buildings
- Coffins with scratched ceilings
- You a villain, I’m just dollar billing
- Hoping on millions
- Friends with gifted and splitted children
- I’m ancient apocrypha, sinapses from the bottom of
- Jay to Z Electronica, zapping your precious doves
- Multi transportation love, Your Old Drugs
- Mishandling assortments of alcoholic bubs
- The wine is my new bub, the marks are the scrubs
- The new bottle covers up my fruits like a shrub
- Now my truths are small like cubs
- The youth hysteric but the old is a grub
- Youngins lying like rugs, getting tugged like a stub
- Shrugging of the pain of what was
- Buzz to your cranium, scalped like titanium
- Using vibration to interlock your nerves
- Swerving my words to cross sections with swords
- Boards of curves, you see my peeps preaching verbs
- Fifteen, basic teen styled type Proverbs
- The taller curbs bump harder, what’s the word
- Conducting electricity through my Westside connection
- Holding a Mac that won’t stop I know that brethren
- I be flatting yall out, so let me see the sections
- Where I need to see where to shoot above the knees
- Contradicting deities, three at peace that’s a trinity
- Wearing my Jesus piece in Belize
- Jeez, bearing all the hate I have unfortunately received
- But of course with these schemes, I use it as a steam
- Powering dreams, gets my rusty gears spinning comfortably
- Everything I write is a must read, so jump please
- Or get of my track after I feed you this sweet 16
- Or that doubled, don’t matter cuz I’m bubbling hot like tea
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