See, the thing is I was looking in the wrong direction
10
I knew something was happening
9
I knew it was coming
8
7
6
5
I'm sorry
4
3
Just (?) that stereo LP
2
1
And enjoy our show
There was a baby in the metroplex
Mother with a dependency
Embarrassment made public
I see it in slow motion
She exposed her violent tendency and hovered
Smacked the little bastard on his cheeks
Until he was screaming out in tongues with
Confusion in his retina
I couldn't convince myself his inhabitance
Off planet parental absence
But put your penny to famine and prep for flight miracle
When the best of dime store gods prosper
It's ever clear
Bushwick Bill flashbacks of ever clear visions
You can analyze that shit to make some sense but something's missing
It's the deficit of moments of love from noise artist
Using void for voice inflection
Part of a moist infection
(And it results in more) tension, and fired like a joint brethren
But ones a dust sucker, the others a cop lopping off lead of the first amendment
Clutching a loaked basket of raspy addicts
Acting as if it's it criminal to be weak and not tragic
And he can't feel his mothers sadness
But back to the protagonist
I be handpicked with a social focal point to anoint action
And enigmatically employed by the divine mind to be (void?) pirate
First I'll fade the location by scanning local police sirens
You call us a battle rap, you know arbitrary word picked from thesaurus
The mere thought of these most twisted individualist brain patterns are morbid
The dusty kids hit like teddy bears thrown against wooden doors
By a misunderstood teenage girl in a moment of self-importance
And you call my flow off beat
You're unskilled with a fucked up tangled pattern
Cuz the mere thought of sounding like those you revere fills me with sadness
Cornerstone burner tone that outlines bricks with shifty throw up
For all our friends who lost their lives before they had a chance to see us blow up
We went from a crew of crusty outcasts to the most debated in the industry
Check this
Your style is a three year subscription to Blaze
As far as I'm concerned, no delivery
10
I knew something was happening
9
I knew it was coming
8
7
6
5
I'm sorry
4
3
Just (?) that stereo LP
2
1
And enjoy our show
There was a baby in the metroplex
Mother with a dependency
Embarrassment made public
I see it in slow motion
She exposed her violent tendency and hovered
Smacked the little bastard on his cheeks
Until he was screaming out in tongues with
Confusion in his retina
I couldn't convince myself his inhabitance
Off planet parental absence
But put your penny to famine and prep for flight miracle
When the best of dime store gods prosper
It's ever clear
Bushwick Bill flashbacks of ever clear visions
You can analyze that shit to make some sense but something's missing
It's the deficit of moments of love from noise artist
Using void for voice inflection
Part of a moist infection
(And it results in more) tension, and fired like a joint brethren
But ones a dust sucker, the others a cop lopping off lead of the first amendment
Clutching a loaked basket of raspy addicts
Acting as if it's it criminal to be weak and not tragic
And he can't feel his mothers sadness
But back to the protagonist
I be handpicked with a social focal point to anoint action
And enigmatically employed by the divine mind to be (void?) pirate
First I'll fade the location by scanning local police sirens
You call us a battle rap, you know arbitrary word picked from thesaurus
The mere thought of these most twisted individualist brain patterns are morbid
The dusty kids hit like teddy bears thrown against wooden doors
By a misunderstood teenage girl in a moment of self-importance
And you call my flow off beat
You're unskilled with a fucked up tangled pattern
Cuz the mere thought of sounding like those you revere fills me with sadness
Cornerstone burner tone that outlines bricks with shifty throw up
For all our friends who lost their lives before they had a chance to see us blow up
We went from a crew of crusty outcasts to the most debated in the industry
Check this
Your style is a three year subscription to Blaze
As far as I'm concerned, no delivery
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