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Temple
- Silent eyes wide he snort up some LSD
- blade at his side as hear societies lies
- no time to bide he turn off the tube LCD
- swat off flies walk the park after the sun dies
- kickin in the acid step on mary janes ashes
- blunt added he placid nose drippin with blood
- bunt at the plate imagined gettin mind flashes
- punt a beer in a bin before treadin dry mud
- unlike two bucks spent couple hours before
- struck the schmucks bill a weak lame duck
- sanguine rains black when feathered wings soar
- whack an avian with sacks from a shotgun buck
- within the sane one malice without his mind palace
- the all seeing eye under aurora borealis
- shakespeare chronic never heard these rhymes
- Lucid stole his sonnet scheme for a short time.
- Trekkin over the hill and through the woods
- wreckin white pills enhances the goods
- lay down on the incline by the railroad
- relax and try to rhyme for a hookah smoking toad
- hashashin passin bars just like he pass joints
- assassin insignia his wrist on point
- readin dark latin thus he turnin foes ashen
- slay a dragon he imagine high on windows of acid
- Train rollin quick in his self prescribed trip
- plain trollin sick he dissin those who denim rip
- now its time to mourn all the foolish highborn
- murdered by a lowborn like Egypt's firstborn
- bloody from his nose blood drippin on stones
- sane with clean clothes in the dust of the train
- mask he adjust like the scarf of Sherlock Holmes
- then he thrust truth upon the masses insane.
- Fresh up on the block with my homies I'm trippin hittin
- punks like a glock and its their blood I'm sippin
- sanguine, my brother that's the colour of the night when
- I'm ridin bangin lovers of my foes outta sight.
- Hidin in the bushes with a sick and cruel grin doin
- scene girl twins and some indo juice and gin win
- competitions in makin love like it's sin on
- an altar of sanguine and high elf skin.
- It's all in my head all these tales that I weave writin
- misery and grief but you look in disbelief at
- this gothic creepy geek flowin like a floatin leaf and
- doin mad weed every day of the week.
- Walkin like a pimp cause I don't got a limp one
- my piece aint a shrimp but it isnt like a blimp gun
- know I aint a Sim I'm higher than Tiny Tim, son
- my future's less dim but more odd than otters pun.
- Don't sleep on Lucid bro you know he's not stupid yo
- he rhymes less putrid and he's not your cheatin snoopin ho
- know that he's illusive now his rappin is fluid wow
- and he shootin Cupid the druid has proven useless, Pow.
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