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In the middle of the club, with my shirt off. Screaming I dont give a fuck. Yeah, Im bout to take off, pop another bean, bean. Just to keep me rolling, I eat my whole body.
All that I see, enhanced chemically.. Watch the sea, and feel your thoughts,. They pass by.. See the way the sky and sea become one.. Chemicals within mind and the sea..
Uhh yeah yeah yo. It goes Tick Tock this is for my niggaz in the Bridge, blocks. Comin' through better hide your wristwatch. Because niggaz well live they shits pop.
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Mek sure yuh nuh boring. When mi seh 630 yuh head fi ah touch knee an yuh finga ah touch toe ring. (gyal tip pon yuh toe, up deh!). Pon yuh toe point, ben up like yuh nuh have no joint (up deh).
Dumb diggy, bump Biggie. Til the landlady holler, "Get a haircut, hippie!". The death knell generator entertain a fresh kill. Breath quell dressed like a bloated sack of dead cells.
(Verse One). You replicas overlooking the guidelines of acoustics. Miserable attempts result in miserable conclusions. Paragon pen dragon tactician on freeform.
Jiggy-jabberjaw vitamin idol and primal rages. When bible page verse tidal waves begun (Water one). I wrote the book that shook America to splinters. In a winter wasteland Icicle-bound barren township.
I could make 'em all dance, or I could sleep. I could walk with a limp and make your step feel incomplete. people are made of match sticks, light this bread a flames.
Oh my God. They've got angels sweatin' like Helots. workin' their little halos to the bone combing them deserts. my figure eight knotted. lifeline defined traffic.
Dead men tell no tales.. Up push the daisies 'til the soil is stale. In a powder blue tux for the farmer's sale. Mr. big sleep with the carp and kelp.
Four rooms, a ceiling and a floor but there's more. (close to insanity). A desk with a subtle light, a window and a door. (close to insanity). One bottle of the bluest inks your iris ever saw.
(Chorus). Get up to get down now. Get up to get down now (like this). Get up to get down now (like this). Get up to get down now (alright). I don't wanna do it anymore.
I pilot a lion heart. My polar half's negotiate it (right). Shook upon the difference between tumble weed and sacred,. Read a hostel gospel attributed to land shark Apostle squad.
Don't fool with his cool. . I turn a staff to a snake and back, evade crack. Shake a 5150 in shades and a fake stache. Dirtbike made of 5 worse bikes, uphill.