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my once daily sheets hit blunt trails to find hazy leaves
plainly deceived, I complain but remain asleep
seasoned pages, priests and sages put peppers in the trees,
collections of heat compressed in copper sinks to be brought as offerings
quickly eaten by mobs chasin that first high,
I still wonder if it was worth my daughter's birth price
authorities will be the first to deny it,
two faced, thirsty pirates
legendary liars setting fires to derail native pilots
even sailing blinded my kinsmen are hungry Lycans,
heightened senses
shedding light on the tiniest evidence in hidden sight
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Brush it all to the side,
who cares what I want? Just let the desires subside
you'd think that after all this time the feelings would die
who can see my denials?
choose peachy trials to lose my gleaming dial
badges are bruises,
to catch a fool is an easy proposition,
pad the task in the truth to keep true thoughts hidden
the few are the largest, brutal targets hoarding what glistens
not many talk and even fewer listen
soul's not for sale, can I refuse business?
consider this a suicide, the shooter's the only witness
wild stories, the only way to score a globe's attention
forgotten myths, confused with lore and dismissed
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probe reason to find appropriate seasons,
escaped parolees rotating heat for probationary leases
trade speeches to reach polar bear agreements,
sold for a pair of peaches, our silent solidarity speaks for polarized regions
I hold the lives of legions within the lies of impeachment,
coded and devised to be secret,
broadcast advisements are met with denial and cries of high treason
my crew be pirates, not seamen
King Titans hurling lightning to brighten the streets
combine sheets,
climbing vines peak on sleeping roofs
the sun speaks and priests approve,
robed in sheets and treed boots
hunt cloven heels,
clothed in silk with sheepish roots
round monuments of stone and sweet perfume,
color-blind, prone to dig deep for green accrued...
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My Story
raised from the depths of ignorance,
I was born to the world but not in it
unexplained microcosms of physics,
conglomerates of elements melted to cause consciousness
lost gifts reclaimed, authored and transmitted
old cloth tailored, collared and fitted
this is the bottom, godlessness at it's biggest,
flaws are worshiped, somethings wrong
picture the surface crawling/shifting over corrupted innards
there's no love for scripture,
there's no love for winter and every summer we're gettin' thinner
I shed blood for the innocent,
the truth's avenger searching for Lucy's dinner
a hungry wolf with common scents,
the product of a Philly Queen and a God from Memphis...
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Just Practice
back in the saddle blazin
no rat pack but I'm active and ancient
a single captive, painted
addresses tracked to blacktops and savage caves
blown back with the natives,
ill states filled with fouls flagrant
clouds of the loudest fragrance,
funeral notes compounded and saved,
furious smoke for the fastest races
gas faced with the nastiest cases, I'm thrown off
twisted leaves in the devil's streets but I don't cough
if dough's the prophet, then chopped loaves are the topic
crossroads of the lawless, I'm a coffin king,
rock stars wrapped in rotting sheets, its the price of fame
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let's keep the cameras rollin
old school, get the cannons roarin
caterpillars with the wraps, I like swishas
ammunition new era, get the caps peelin
statistician with the quick maths, never lack addition
gettin back to mission,
spittin facts, benchin racks and smackin bitches,
the first line set the mind for this shit,
sniffin Royce lines,
boy's out his mind tryna track ambition
stab the ignition,
bowl's packed with practiced precision
crabwalk backwards through mirrors with morticians,
poles positioned by Joey's crack to punish the smitten
act one, jack son for the diamonds and glisten,
madness is the five's classic decision,
paralyzed by night lights and the brightest lenses
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captured on celluloid,
I'm broadcast through hellish voices
mechanical choices selected by artificial boys,
I'm the leviathan in Gepetto's ocean
pirated stories told by men of no importance,
flown from foreign shores to the port of prints
bump the longest snorts,
the hardest smoke twisted from farmer-grown incense
promoted from Florida to Chicago's imprint,
it's a garden of hoes harvested with the sharpest implements
short-sighted,
it's a Napoleon complex bored by the heart of Midas
block bidness, rolled and ignited,
electro-shock sickness for the minds of my kin
blood of the righteous sipped by a crippled winelist,
ex-capes tight-lipped over whose flow's the tightest
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