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Mind flayer judo
Through me the wind blow
Wigs split neo-cortical
That part of this level wasn't very portable
Yeah, I'm a fan of Diana Ross
Deep in his [?]
I point out another albatross
The train tickets are so small here
Guess I'll buy a few
Hire a goon, what a lovely afternoon
You're visibly pressured
Mother' confessors delivers warm embrace
Two stones in my breastplate
The puzzles a day makes
The mind drifts out of focus
Prognosticates and snowflakes
Batman picked the side of the war, jokes and riddles
So who is you to play the middle
I'd rather be committed than correct
Lot you can do with a pittance of respect, ask birdman
Of course I mean Michael Keaton
How is it psycho if I have a reason?
Breathing permit on my person
Learned, but there’s so little you can know for certain
Spent my 20’s arguing with God
Now I knowingly nod as stress presses the fault line into view
The fault was often mine, and that’s how I grew
To be convivial with the immaterial
Crying is a ritual, direct that energy direct that energy up {?}
R.A.P. Ferreira the Indian in the cupboard, quick with a cuss word
[?] plural, animist
That’s probably why they mad at this
I stalk the parabola for leverage
Fuck the analysis and it’s metrics
Not asking for answers, playing by the rules as we understand ‘em
Poppy and chrysanthemum
The loyalist pen draggin’, bent wagons
Sent the band packin’
Just me in this great fire
To misunderstand me is to misunderstand the tiger
I mean the river
There’s certain hues of green that gives me shivers
Been rocking microphones since K-Swiss and Pro-Keds
I’m one of them Black boys on mopeds
You can’t miss ‘em
Like how I hear a man’s lips go when a cracker playing Bob Dylan
Lord willing, Imma get old and crankier
Lord willing, Imma get old and crankier