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VERSE 1

To whom it may concern: Take a second n time out./ Forget lettin' em' find out, I'm finna make em, learn/ Ya Heard!? Makin certain this is worth the wait/ my weight in words Ain't worth ya fate, wait your turn/ .. this for the herbs that claim they words hold weight/ but weigh-in and their weight in words aint confirmed/ keep it work-related till im certain i surely made it/ and the perseverance laid at first MAKES ME EARN/ I'm the embodiment of all that's alive liable to body shit/ Accomplishments of all that have fallen tied to their consequence/ the Astonishment of watching your god die under politics/ and finding out your true human mind had toppled the monolith/ on top of him. you been praisin the wicked witch of the west/ rockin' them pinstripe socks and the scent of dick on her breath/ and to think this shit is a test? Life's an emptied clip in your chest/ tied together with lies to send your sinking ship on its quest// .......yes

CHORUS:
Fuck you and ya' dogs, they all bitches/
They front too like they all been raw pitchin/
i run thru wit my squad of frogs, kick in/
the door with the four fifth to they balls n they all dippin/
LISTEN..I always talk to god shitttin/
on a throne to throne convo but not to yall bitches/
Lord willin, I'm not to fall victim to the flawed system/
drawn on the wall as i talk with him/ .........

VERSE 2

I could mangle a Leviathan, one-handed and not try to win/
rejuvenate you back and have you askin' me to die again/
Feel the burn worse than a hand full of some niacin/
Yall savage cats are PUSSY; I am Daniel in the lion's den/
Pass and hit the fire, i am plastered and I'm high again/
The bastard you admire, drunk and askin you for rides again/
A match lit to the pyre, or the casket. aint no time to spend/
The Pastor and the Choir aint gon' catch you if ya time is lent/
Mastering ya timing? .. I could provide a tudor./
provided my time is priceless, the buy-in is high in moolah/
yet i have survived in sewers, yes I am a grimy looser/
Drivin I-Nine-five, riding high on a Hyabusa/
Tryin to find the truth to the light but it's right in view of their sight/
And the blinded fools pay no mind to what's shining through ya/
Dyin' to climb to Zion with Ties that'll bind the future/
Subscribed but i find the views have been pirvated by the user/ .....booyah!

CHORUS

VERSE 3
Lookie here n just chill before i plot you a grave/
the plot here in this film's one where the hero gets killed/
the fuck you got on my 40? there aint no love when you dyin/
so still the beer that get's spilled's nill to zero, zip, zilch/
SO tape it shut, i spray it up bumpin reign in blood/
half awake or shut-eyed, so what i stumble from takin drugs/
and im finna get my brawl on, pardon my fist/
cement mixer in a car-bomb: break ya mug/
8th of bud, crazy buzzed with my baby love/
Tryin to beat this doujah then keep composure n skate n puff/
They aint playin us, Trust, i'll creep on over and say "whuddup"/
N keep it kosher, aint mediocre, homey, you LAME AS FUCK/
Aint no bud? i may take a paperclip and then scrape my lungs/
Then blaze it up in front of your ugly mother like "HEY YUH CUNT!!"
Look, listen, and observe. The wood-chipper and the furnace/
been waiting patient to taste you, ...Time to Make Em' LUNCH!/

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REPEAT CHORUS LIKE A BOSS


all lyrics written and preformed by Richard Cranium For AcuMen/ Hand Eye Movement...

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