so you still be stepping the old way
keep looking to heaven to be saved
steada stopping your brother on the pavement saying have you been fed today, gotten loved today, did they pick today to look away again?
you out on the street your soul locked in the basement,
are you savouring that time alone? or you too-legit to say you lost the key, that you accident-prone ?
'sa metaphor i value anyway..
hype kendrick on the flow
wanna talk about H.O.
who?
that zombie ritual
those voodoo spirituals
(M.I.Aggressive enough? Bare teeth enough? Set The Crux Of The Argument Down?)
you been hearing me 40 large up in the air
no sound compare the streets rising to meet my feet where i been pounding.
the air on mars is thin but trust me, the din's humbling there too.
stomp so ruthless, the sidewalks got bruises.
even the aussies feel me rumbling down under.
more bang than a cruise missile struck by lightning, more thunder
there's the Call To Prayer and the sounds of Christ's Church organs near the luminosity in My Art, near the beat of My Heart, near the speed of My Tempo. But nothing as crushing as the gain in My Temple.
lil' religous virtuosity's too much for some, but fuck 'em, it's my temple..
so..
Chr1st.
Thud.
#FreeBars.
hold up..
so who's the hardest you the hardest you say
well i don't give a fuck about not giving a fuck and that's all day.
so get out my way.
i been praying to mangers been praying for strangers 'cause that's my
frame of mind
come and step Yall in time
carrying the cold crush staking claim like the gold rush to the top of rap's Madoff scheme.
and this scheme of things, this dream of things is what I got to be and what I got to be is what I'm meant to be and that's
free
free to chuck deuces up, free to give a fuck, free to not give up, and that's all day.
Rave.
Peace.
#Jargon(nauts?)
#DieMedusa
#NeedsWork :)
I'm out.
keep looking to heaven to be saved
steada stopping your brother on the pavement saying have you been fed today, gotten loved today, did they pick today to look away again?
you out on the street your soul locked in the basement,
are you savouring that time alone? or you too-legit to say you lost the key, that you accident-prone ?
'sa metaphor i value anyway..
hype kendrick on the flow
wanna talk about H.O.
who?
that zombie ritual
those voodoo spirituals
(M.I.Aggressive enough? Bare teeth enough? Set The Crux Of The Argument Down?)
you been hearing me 40 large up in the air
no sound compare the streets rising to meet my feet where i been pounding.
the air on mars is thin but trust me, the din's humbling there too.
stomp so ruthless, the sidewalks got bruises.
even the aussies feel me rumbling down under.
more bang than a cruise missile struck by lightning, more thunder
there's the Call To Prayer and the sounds of Christ's Church organs near the luminosity in My Art, near the beat of My Heart, near the speed of My Tempo. But nothing as crushing as the gain in My Temple.
lil' religous virtuosity's too much for some, but fuck 'em, it's my temple..
so..
Chr1st.
Thud.
#FreeBars.
hold up..
so who's the hardest you the hardest you say
well i don't give a fuck about not giving a fuck and that's all day.
so get out my way.
i been praying to mangers been praying for strangers 'cause that's my
frame of mind
come and step Yall in time
carrying the cold crush staking claim like the gold rush to the top of rap's Madoff scheme.
and this scheme of things, this dream of things is what I got to be and what I got to be is what I'm meant to be and that's
free
free to chuck deuces up, free to give a fuck, free to not give up, and that's all day.
Rave.
Peace.
#Jargon(nauts?)
#DieMedusa
#NeedsWork :)
I'm out.
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