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Lose it quick
- Why can i only write at 1 in the morning,
- Fuck i'm just done with the talking,
- I can flow when i'm heartbroken,
- half woken, a zombie in a cast floating,
- in a mask loathing, about my past,
- but i see the peace that i've found at last,
- and even 300 spartans will fall from the gap
- Mc solitude, You say its on a mountain pass,
- I say that the glass of bull is full and it dulls my brain to hear all this pain
- so what i'm saying is not to focus on the rain but instead the drain
- cause it got its fame from washing your problems away. So
- here i sit and say
- maybe not today but tomorrows not far away
- that if not yourself then believe in me
- I'm clueless, bout gun's and jewelers,
- I'm a student of the game, but I still teach these losers,
- stay foolish, and avoid them nooses,
- like a bullet to the brain; I keep them stupid.
- you just confused kid, I'm not Confucius,
- I just like music and acting ruthless,
- and when my kettle blows you better move bitch,
- This steady flow will point to where the news is,
- about these movements,
- you see the truth is; I might just LOSE IT.
- You ain't on my echelon, fuck the weapons dawg I'm steppin on,
- every step you on,
- Decepticon, with extra arms just to stress ya mom,
- the bullets comin, come extra long,
- Step to me bitch, you ain't even on the steppin stone, I'm wreckin flows,
- Sippin slow, because I know I might change your idea's about records tho,
- I'm so hot when i write my pencils glow,
- Crows on my chest, eatin my blood from an old nest,
- Clocks tickin, beatin to the drum of the cold lead,
- My paps thinkin his son gonna be so hopeless,
- His kid grow up exposin demons like, Edward Snowden,
- My hitters hitin llike they gonna get a bonus,
- I trap rappers in the barren corners,
- Stress niggas out like a set of lawyers,
- I'm absolutely glorious
- Mess with me make me absolutely furious
- Don't try to test me don't try to be curious
- Or i'll kill your ass like that nigga Julius.
- Beneath the grass
- I see the last
- Survivor, The writer
- Picks up the beat
- And gets up from his seat
- Only to find out that it is not the treat he wanted
- And might of made the font wrong
- So he says ding dong and its all gone
- And then he
- Jumped out of the 2nd floor of a record store
- With a Treacherous Four cassette and a cassette recorder
- In Ecuador with Edward Norton
- Witness the metamorphosis
- Of a legend growin' like an expert swordsman
- From the Hessian war and
- Hence the origin of the Headless Horseman
- Born with the endorphins of a pathetic orphan
- Endless source and reservoir
- Of extension cords in dresser drawers
- And deadbolts on the bedroom doors
- And sexual torture kits kept in a separate storage bin
- Excellent Girlfriend
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