Penpress (Prod. by me)
• Written by Clockwrk_Snow
Verse 1
Music in my soul
no bruises for the gold
treasure, goal
measure units never brought pleasure
Cold cleanse than drop letters
warm sweater for the cold era.
Weather cold as Coachella.
Kickos sing along
to the flow meddler
sicko keep the pace
like a race ... fuck it.
Xanax ate the budget
medicate the public
it mitigate cause substance
help eliminate the sub-stance.
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Verse 2
Bitch obediant and lifted
conviniently built,
dancing 'round this dick
so much she need imidiate assistance.
What is this?
rellentless approach like a death threat.
adept at sex
cause wreckage when the pen press.
Lame metaphors
weigh them on my death bed.
Karma came, swept the floor
and i aint met her for steppin'.
i lay in bed, record,
play and pause records.
cant explain why these layered
thoughts came and went flexin'.
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Verse 3
Nine-nine-eight drunk doctor
cut noose off
i sprung out the womb raw
spittin' since my first thought.
Addict from birth
nomadic - flow magnet
no manic knows
of this soul rap shit.
Back then i had not any
confort in my palette,
Marvin in the sampler
heavy jazz upon the track list.
No trappin in my lap sprint,
looped around the traffic,
slapped shit
cause that Mumble that aint lastin'.
(One take)
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Clockwrk_Snow
Member since February 25 2018