shake gear shifters,
create Richter-scale tremors with scriptures
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shake gear shifters,
create Richter-scale tremors with scriptures
gettin late at the club picked out a yey'd up stray to fuck
stepped the clutch, uh-oh-the-ho-goes "its that time of the month"
oh great, but you aint got a toothache tho raah ? a toothache ? noo. um, wait, whaa ??
edge ways games names nerf lames triplicate cha power junction levels de-evils
wild mind marvel get cha frozen in the arctic like Captain America/
desecrate graves and crypts of angry men and famous pens,
take the late shift and place fifth in a race to spit
they say stars belong in the sky but only few are super
take flight on a moonless night make bright ignite kryptonite with lex luther
break necks, needles and tape deck's my thread and suture
break bread with producers and escape as death's ruler
peer from the edge of hanging cliffs, smoke from an herbalist
puffin ancient strains of cannabis, can it be it? can it be this?
watch as merchant ships, pass through the harbour
guards of the delta wait for the signal from gods gate
shed the hate, access the light, it might be to late
separate spirituality and faith, shake ya avarice
cause its all that i can take
dust of my trenchcoat and spread angel wings
remove my halo, pluckin the devils fiddle strings
harbingers bring silence but still the sirens sing
seven rings, six dreams, five freedoms, one thing
boulders crack plates when tested against bastard blades,
soldiers attack pearly gates,
increase a murderer's rates by taxing collaborative tapes
contract aid from bastions and their dastardly trades,
tracked to a bat's cave,
attracted Banes snap backs as black agents
aww tito...it makes sense ... she dont want me it hurts .... damn im so ugly .. thank u weed ... thank u ...u took what i loved most in life ... u s a dont want me .. i m going to mexico ... u get tired but then u get ur hopes up .. where do i fall.. from ugly stage 2 to ugly stage 1 ... no one on my jock . a 3 to 5.. nah fool.. im trippin
im hurt... damn .. water coming.. out .. i still can't believe it ... it really was.. it really was.. now... gone.... somewhere in books... one picture... it was .. sitting here not knowing what to do ... no camo... no more.. stress... throwing up can't stop.... u fell.. five hundred and fifty .. feet... this attempt.. into a basket... at one time.... watch out for my dunk
brain splatter thoughts trainwrecked while u change clips
let alone cocked it rhyme shatter soon as u drop it no carpet
rain daggers fuck gilbert eat up planets power cosmic galactus
live on edges push u off cliffs ledges deaded, breathless guessin like pig artists sketches