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I'd like to welcome you all to the dog daze of bummer / where everyone is looking like they're all jogging in place with their shoe's laced together / and I'm a cleric, NOT / but got this burial plot / burying em' on the spot / oh, there he goes again with ways to dispose of foes / waste disposal to opposable action figurines / you're just a doll in a plastic submarine / Rap is a fucking cash machine and soon they'll be selling plaster casts of me / caskets I mean, one size fits all with lifetime limited warranties / shoplifted off the top of his dome / cut holes to see through / then wore the wool around like a zoro mask / You give all the power to the disgruntled / evil bastards and what the fuck did you think was gonna happen? / all chomping at the bit to be in charge of your price of freedom / pledge allegiance to the eagle you are eating and believe whatever you read / has our light became darkness barking up the wrong tree / meanwhile we stash beats and trash empty meanings / talk is cheap / sleeping in is easy / Cobra hoods ain't bluffing / still giving a fuck about something or another / whatever you wanna call it / dead weighted trap with a wallet at the end of the tripwire / Cobra hoods ain't bluffing / still giving a fuck about something or another / whatever you wanna call it / dead weighted trap with a wallet at the end of the tripwire / Cobra hoods ain't bluffing / still giving a fuck / High fashion marked down mock up of a molotov / all talk mall cops, stomp on that thin ice on that pond they tip toe on / or walk around briskly / crack and fracture a placid fragile passion / or lack there of / just record what I'm putting down / til' they put me down / emerald hood put me up / just for the hip-hop movement's loss of momentum / though disorder distorted our orbits ordinance a bit / a bit of disruption to the loitering / un-organized boy bandwagon organizations / I avoid at all costs for the simple sake of avoiding them / Made friends with the soil three fold over some earl vapors and kiwi fruit juice / staying six steps ahead of that clown shoe cadense that's all the rage these days/ just fucking stomping in the break til it's concave/ sorry my science project failed and blew up in your face / "no I'm not"
The sound of being incinerated by a heatwave. Feels like a concentrated beam of sand hits you in the chest, splattering grains like shrapnel. Amazing record. Fuck you, Adam Lehrer. I bet your podcast blows. phoebe}}}}}}}}}}}}
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