Bent $tr8
• Written by Catch22
This deception can't make me
Become an inception
Death called me for a reception
Mabey sleep can make an exception
Never loose my disposition
See the crowd roaring for me
Like thunder in the clouds
A.e.i.o.u sometimes y when it's silent
Is my vowels
Bout to make a pow-wow
Only smoking loud
Man I got motivation I got motion
From finding my motive
Leave this verse with a notice
Tripping on my flower
Can't fly with a lotus
Your status is hocus pocus
The holy opus
Carpe' deim
Prestige chlorine
Mixing with the morphine
Morph fenes in to fiends
My genes has to be green
My DNA is made up of cash signs
Heinz fifty seven But this is catch
Twenty two in his taboo
So I felt it so deep the shit deserved
A tattoo
Throw stew in the coup
Chicken soup
Man that shit make So much sense
It deserves a loop
Throw stew in the coup
Chicken soup
Fitted for the genre
Tailored suit
How Are you ever going to know your rout
Without a route
How you know what tree you represent
Without knowing your roots
The truth becomes mute
From a silent flute
Played by a jester that's a Casper
I never seen so please explain to me
What's the difference between a knee
And a vertebrae they both bend
In my stance stand up straight
And watch your back
Because not everything gets a playback
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Catch22
Member since August 20 2015