Money, power, women, dawg shoulda known better
if ya dancing with the devil then you can roll wit her
but we got demons
we got demons
bow down to Narcissus
alarmed with armaments, oh wow i goes in it
i hold position, pick play, i suppose im boastin and
the flow vicious, white water, no they dont listen
at all; the goal is no limits
Ex tends toward zero, it fits, im so finished
i go for gold, cant pan the rapids
so i tell her get low, no harm in practice
was i not, a little brusque, too quick with too much
the match stick burns gas while they tryna get mad rich
i make stacks and play tracks ate tracks it dont matter
im a ghost or holy nova rock and roller with a soda
cup overflowed, rather barrel down waterfalls
padded walls, im bouncing like a basketball
on and off a scatter brain, a ratty brain, but after all
i scatter shot the water fowl, feathered heads, masquerade ball,
bitches, money money and bitches
i give her down pillow talk cause im soft but it itches
the lost art, my conviction, hells hot, so's the kitchen
slow start, on the wish list, milk box, missing
lost touch with the forces of good so im caught up
in Mordor with a 2x4, your daughter and Mothra
the God-Zilla, someone kill em, somebody please!!!
dodging meteors let it burn we counting the trees
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revolutions, revelations
invasion plans for every nation
meditations, education
rene descartes in a debate with satan
pay for poison pay for knowledge
alcohol, socio-economics
ecology or collard greeeeens?
bitch thats what i learned in college
she was queen of the nile cause baby girl a delta
that fire in her eyes she staring just to melt ya
we're falling down the hill now, how did we fail to mention?
Jill was screaming out 'Hi-Jack' like a seven sixty seven
but its better that i didnt, interests hide between the lines
credit card on the mirror, you don't owe yourself a dime
drills in mother gaia while we're spilling her blood
burn it down burn it down never giving a fuck
when theres access to excess, what the fuck d'you expect?
when the past is the present, the presents already unwrapped
i guess its, too tragic, black comedy for no reason
the protagonist has died, slowly replace him with his demons
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in the cold cold world i guess i was searching for a reason
that theyd disregard alarmists, rather just go with the seasons
psychobilin in the building, psychotherapy indeed
thats how the hell we believe in the things you couldnt see
bottoms up to the glass and the shorty in the back
bet on Simon Erlich wagers, we cant afford to go back
breathing in the fumes, theyre diffuse enough lord willin
a fucking green house crack pipe we borrowed from our children
X - O, Exxon, pass me the gravity bong
its futile, its feudal, but we've known that all along
no eye contact from a goddamn millenial
theyve got smartphones out tweeting every syllable
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hashtag revolution, hashtag revalations
hashtag got invasion plans for every fucking nation
hashtag meditations, hashtag education
hashtag that we cant keep up, with USD inflation