Maybe Black Milk (Ft. Aaron “A.B.” Abernathy & Quelle Chris)

I might fuck around and sign this rhyme on the line. Engraved or embossed. I embodied the deep reveal hip hop slim goodbody. Jack niggason can’t handle truth don’t seek the good bout it. That’s a thin line I wrote and walked. The blade unearthed left a glowing arch. The nights navy sealed but the flow unlocked. Had the nose wide open. Eyes soaking. The high with no intent to hide just heighten motion. Fish in the waters where the titans soaking. Entire ocеans. Went red. The words likе applied lotions. 10 gauges disguised as fried okra. The entire plate was full they said to slide a couple sides over. I don’t think I can hold up

My desire to get wired to wake up. Won’t seem to break up. Maybe alive maybe tripping what’s the difference. How can I shift applied physics. What is what isn’t. Dropped in the game with designed limits the subtext not fine printed but worded so that some minds bend it. You can tend a wound but can’t cauterize a grave they yell from high end it. I saved the butter for desert instead of bread sure a big mistake. Could pick it up depends how big the rake. When every valley has its peaks and valleys. And every channel meets connecting lakes. Pump the breaks shift the gears hit the veer cut like cars in rallies. Hoping your next escapes ya best escape