Moon Talk

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from the pencil pen notepad word document
wondering if I got the tools to school a whole genre man
don’t mind I’m a little older but feel too sober to open the hippocamp
might skip alcohol this time and git high like the guys who founded land
fuck a leaf gonna smoke a whole chronic tree
till I sonically be sounding like D.O.C.
not from CPT we repping Milwaukee
a city where they’ll kill all week
and the moment that I would try to dream
 
like clockwork them glocks twerk shots would ring
you’d hear sirens and violence the silence wouldn’t commence till I opened my eyelids
like an island among a sea of gun violence
I’m just vibin’ until about 10:45 plus or minus a few minutes (mine its)
depending on whether it’s daylight savings time cause
They’d be sore from the night before jumping fences
Like Kendrick says the highlight might be the Benjamins
but in hindsight don’t die in the limelight
cause life is bittersweet like a lemonhead
 
You knew I’d do it again
I got them losin’ their heads
If you’d just do what I said
We could be who we wanted
Cause when it comes to this music
I am no longer human
I’ve been to the moon ask Kubrick x2
 
an next thing you know you’re alone puttin’ dentures in
wondering when you’ll be dead
suicide note next to the bed
rewrote six or seven times got it memorized in your head
but you bet no one will be there to read it in the end
This pseudoephedrine in this Sudafed has induced audio hallucinogens
And they said give us the pen
just close your eyes open your mind and let us in
I might just do it depending on the kinda mood I’m in
 
Woke up three days later like my name’s Jesus (jezus)
guess all that praying that I would go away aint come true
the suns rays blazing through the blinds like lazers
no dirt nap I musta hit pay dirt cause now all the pieces fit like Maynard
Every line I’d ever rhyme is already written in pages
In fact got a manuscript in Akkadian
that looks like it’s written by sages
but at the end it’s got my name in it
It says signed the greatest
 
Feelin a little Lupe no clue who drew demons fighting angels
on my walls and night table
I usually don’t invite fables
Don’t need insight from a guy who hated laborers
If success requires patience then consider me a waiter
Tell’em I don’t give a damn like Clark Gable
Cause you only missteer a man when you tell’em something made up
Would never let another human take over the wheel of my fate, uh
That’s why the truth’s more lucrative than a savior
 
You knew I’d do it again
I got them losin’ their heads
If you’d just do what I said
We could be who we wanted
Cause when it comes to this music
I am no longer human
I’ve been to the moon ask Kubrick x2
 
Deimos, Callisto, Dione, Io, Phoebos
Don’t blame me I voted for Kodos
Imma stick this obelisk wherever I go though
That’s how I get big brain just call me M.O.D.O.K.
 
Not fast enough lemme get that no dos
I need mo dose
Till I see slow mo
Audio in mono
Treat that bitch like a gadget I say go go
These haters can’t stand it they think I got no mo words
But even after the beat ends I’ll continue on solo
 
Ignite the mic but somehow still so cold
Got every other artist yellin’ oh no!
At this rate gonna accelerate at a pace
That I’ll break heliocentric orbit fo sho
Come back like a comet and hit you in the dome ho
Another bomb hit with that intricate flo-ow
That’ll put ya in a co-
ma
so what
I’ll use any material to get the point across
You can vilify or kill a guy who’s really high
But they’ll still look up to me even I’m on a cross
 
You knew I’d do it again
I got them losin’ their heads
If you’d just do what I said
We could be who we wanted
Cause when it comes to this music
I am no longer human
I’ve been to the moon ask Kubrick x2

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Arkane
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