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lyrics

Left my favorite pair of Air trainers outside the portal door
Slide around in house shoes, zooming through the corridor.

The flavors just can’t be stopped.
I been saving Hip Hop with my last 18 drops.
I got product galore. All of it raw, For sure.
All aboard better cop n support.
What you geeks really know about looks being deceiving?
I’ll pop the top of yer meter while you in the middle of reading it.
Bleeding immediately.
Get defeated quickly with the speed n shifty
Scriptures dipped in demon whisky. (Git!)
Find you upside-down in Atlanta
floating around in the Chattahoochee, Foaming n bloated
like some ass after smashing a fat coochie.
On trash duty. Glad bagging wack rappers
Til the entire map can look back n salute me.
(Get squished)
Like..”Bitches, you don’t really want this ish…
I’ll smash yer heads together til yer eyeballs eclipse.

Left my favorite pair of Air trainers outside the portal door
Slide around in house shoes, zooming through the corridor.

Passing the liqs. Traveling lit. Crashing the whip. Bashing yer shit!
Turn yer lights out quick, That’s Edison.
Gassing the kid, National Grid gas in the spliff. Bags of the piff!
Acid for trips. Daggers I spit, Blowing out the back of yer wig!
Cracking yer lid. Splashing yer bitch.
Asking to live. Flashing her tits.
Shit, I probably coulda got some cash for this slit.
Glass in a fist slashing your wrists. That’s what it is!
Catching a kid flapping his lips n put a sick gash in his ribs.
Then trashing the bitch. Kick his hag in a ditch.
Lit crackling stiff of a cackling witch.
Hack her to bits, laugh, stagger, then slip, n get that ass trapped in a pit.
I know the ledge.
A dude stood too close to the train tracks today…
N broke open his whole head.

Impale wizards. I smell gizzards. Two tailed lizards. Hail blizzards.
The hell is this B? You tryna set sails n fail miserably?
Detailed mysteries. He felt misery. Deep Hell in held ministry.

Left my favorite pair of Air trainers outside the portal door
Slide around in house shoes, zooming through the corridor.
(2)

I feel the mold about to break. Earth surface quakes.
Shifting of dinner plates. Pangea. Spinach n steak.
Getting baked before digging in. This shit is just great.
Setting em straight. Severing snake heads in space.
Levitating, tasting venom n hate.
Penning their fates. Sending pretenders stakes
Placed dead in the face!
Shredding them fake paper chasers that’ll never relate.
Settle debates.
It ain’t a race, but I’m setting the pace.
Leveling planes.
Chemist with a pencil n page peddling flames.
Selling pain with a devilish rage.
Hell of an aim, when it rains…
Letting lead off at their necks with a Bang!
Wreckage I bring hitting the brain.
Etch my message in their flesh
Making a mess with a blade.
Delicate veins…Clip n spray…
Rip through shit, left a big stain.
What remains, red n grey metal wet when I slay.
The rest just get swept away.

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from MIRAGE FROM THE GONDOLA, released July 31, 2018

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