Elitest Spaceships

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(Hook)
Thy kingdom come, list passed the gates, I
Try and make the funds, till I run the basement,
Chase it, placed in elitest placements,
So I’m tripping in a spaceship for’ I’m tripping in the grave cut-
 
Cutting through the casket cause I passed away,
Future generations study gangster ways, from yay
Gangsters walk, pimps gon talk
Aw hecky nah, this boy is raw
 
 
(Verse 1)
Stepping from the beats and you’re barely breaking surface,
I make this with a purpose and now I got a burden,
Myself with making beats that wait they undeserving,
Of my raps that emerging, as strong as a herd of,
 
Wild horses with fortunes of being aboard a,
Ship, standing on the tip topple back and forth,
More monster than man, shit I hardly even can stand it,
Blend in as a bandit, grab the life raft and reprimand it,
 
Hand it to ya, not the raft – hey you got talent,
Glands fucked up and your souls not near it,
But *SOULS* got spirit, and from you I don’t hear it,
Peer through the Pyrex cause my drugs be the clearest
 
Clearer than the water and the burg that your drown from,
Represent the burg not the one Macs renowned from,
I’m an anthem, for the county and the town front,
City for some action, but we backwoods with lakefront
 
 
(Hook)
 
 
(Verse 2)
In the 902, cops is a class clown
Lash out, you getting cash cow, for the hash sales,
Bang and blast now, Scotia ‘aint the past now,
In the French town putting NS on the map now,
 
I owe you? When you doubled your dues?
Tango and ruse, you’re gonna tangle and lose,
Like Rango I’m cute, but I’ll bite my way loose,
He’s Depp undercover, I’m Cruise in his suit,
 
For a mission impossible, I’m armored like Bruce,
Sharper in the bat cave with the lyrical cues,
Still in elementary, I’m playing with shoots,
No ladder in the pantry I’m grabbing at roots,
 
Quit it with your pantering, malicious incisions,
Life or death decisions and some daily co dependence,
Rhythm getting vicious and I’m slightly ambitious, for,
Mischievous misses that committing to the riches,
 
I’m witness to their business, bills replacing digits,
Missions get twisting when I’m twisting up the mist,
Hold on the mist fits, the mist is mislisted,
I’m mister persistent, lifting liquid to his lips,
 
 
(Hook)

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