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It's In Your Brain
06:15
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Oh! The walls divide us all.
Painted up with pretty pictures,
you tore the billboards from my wall.
On our phones at the party!
On our phones at the party!
Surf the web until we drown
And get lost among the crowd.
I seem to stay trapped inside your prison.
You were kind of my big deal.
I prayed the haze would cloud the memory.
Then you do that voodoo that you do so well.
Chump!
Force-fed fiction
Waiting for his fifteen minutes
Ignorant inside, outside high -
I seem to stay trapped inside your prison.
You were kind of my big deal.
I prayed the haze would cloud the memory.
There's been a jailbreak inside your prison
And no one even saw.
And temporarily the haze has clouded the memory
So go do that voodoo that you do so well!
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Saints [feat. Edibles]
02:22
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Shy:
Now I appreciate you took the time to throw on my track.
I hope it stands tall against the other songs in your rack.
And that's a tall stack, so I've got me some tall competition
and I wont fall back from the high of my composition.
I wont take my words back, just gotta make 'em worth listenin'
Without sacrificing my intention or vision.
I take the time to craft my sentences with razor precision.
It took an hour just to write that, I've got such indecision.
I treat every flowing moment like the end of the world.
After the golden years, we can all be golden girls.
Right now I'm floating on air, my words take flight as I write 'em,
Evaporate, come back as lightning, find my nightmares and strike 'em!
Edibles:
I came up in the roughest scene
Now the piff is just what I need
Puffin the fluffest green until I'm dust in the fuckin' breeze
You spit it, I live it
You hit it, I rip it
Im the best, get with it
Sess in my system, eyes slitted red hot
but frigid on the riddim.
Let's go and get 'em.
I run militant procedures.
Dictators pay to see this.
I know that I'm bigger
Pick a color, I deliver
Undercover(s) in my mirror
and I see so much motherfuckin' clearer
than your hero.
There he go
It's no wonder I made my own nickname Ego.
I'm makin' peace, capeesh?
-guess it's just 'cause I'm a realer man,
more leader than a dealer, man,
and for my life I'd kill a man.
It's Godzilla, RAWR!
Edibles without bars is like being stuck without scars,
yeah that's impossible,
like all them other obstacles I already conquered, yo.
I do my own stunts and make it rain
so bring a poncho.
Cover your ass, 'cause tomorrows forecast:
more of the same shit.
This cash is bananas, yo
I'm going apeshit.
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vIle
04:27
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5. |
Chaotic
06:39
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