Aight then, boom
A microphone is both a listener and a speaker
I'm in the boom y'all already bang beepers
Fucktard jarhead, my neighbor's beefin'
Peep it, I floss on far sides, tussin for a scarred heart
I don't write rhymes for art farts
I hit Europe twice this year
It was live but the weed sparse
They say the steez parks and rec, sharp left
A body in the leaves, the archer crept
Star crust the harvest arted flex, RNS, let's
See how far it stretch, yes
Breath of the gods, she spread wider
Talkin' all of me, head tripped the alarm
Fire shock, flood the artery
Your brother in arms, it is I
Love me but leave me wild
A million ain't much
Hush puppies and whiting for lunch
Because I don't pause for grace
Doesn't mean I'm not thankful enough
Three strikes, hard rock, under the sun
True bar camo
From the era when you say ratchet
Then you know you meant the gun, fammo
Slumdog thousandaire
Horizon clear as my face be
You spotted the op from way over here g
There's that, but here are these
What dreams may come, your fears and sums
Too pricey to pay, put that bitch on layaway, dun
Are you finished or are you done
Are you a witness, are you the henchman?
Was it attention, maybe resentment
It's all dependent
Whole self, scars and welts
Nothing and no one else felt
I'm in rare form, can't hide when the veil's torn
Some people can't stand silence, so they fill the room with lies
Deep and wide, when the details are well worn
I'm a boombox era poet, nostalgia ain't always golden
Rooftop jump, serotonin rush
Warning
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