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Take me home
Slaphappy untethered, snappy dresser, happy under pressure, zap and jet
Rap before I rest, enrapt in what I digest, action crests,
Rattling jests, battle-test, vernacular blessed subtext
Time doesn't resolve so it's mine to evolve
Chapter next, catch my breath, graphic static was exactly what I expect
Fact check the life math I invest. My path is step by step
Rapture expressed, capture my best and blast it from my chest
Bury every day in the Sandman’s native land so I can share the changes off-hand
Apollo's children, urgently driven where turbulence fits in
Early decisions included enrichment from uncovering the forbidden
No self-pity within. Those living conditions had given me vision; I'm sticking to such intuition
Feel like I’m still there so I chill with no despair, spill to share
My crown and robes, found to be made from rhythmic sense, created in wavelengths, because scattered rays turn to matter where sandwiched, (1st Law of Thermodynamics) all sound vibrates just so
Underground growth, astounded by what doesn't show
Round and round we go, known for the thousand bar flow
Details matter, when moments drop like hailstones to shatter
Monopolize my dues, every flaw a tattoo like a bear tagged
Unstoppable RAM stands true, no brag, chops ran through this conduit, never lag.
Rue what I frag “Papa’s got a brand new bag!”
Growing by ranges, “Going through changes”
Choose two digits of green bags for each of my red flags, purple zest delight,
Check what I write and my adept roll, wreck my nights, every breath is my toll
Reprehensible frets leapt from a zephyr's soul. Left swipe me if you're not sapiosexual
Homeland in each scene, so everywhere I stand is peachy keen, dome span never forgot, treating each step I got like every spot was Dog Beach, Pier 13!
Rap before I rest, enrapt in what I digest, action crests,
Rattling jests, battle-test, vernacular blessed subtext
Time doesn't resolve so it's mine to evolve
Chapter next, catch my breath, graphic static was exactly what I expect
Fact check the life math I invest. My path is step by step
Rapture expressed, capture my best and blast it from my chest
Bury every day in the Sandman’s native land so I can share the changes off-hand
Apollo's children, urgently driven where turbulence fits in
Early decisions included enrichment from uncovering the forbidden
No self-pity within. Those living conditions had given me vision; I'm sticking to such intuition
Feel like I’m still there so I chill with no despair, spill to share
My crown and robes, found to be made from rhythmic sense, created in wavelengths, because scattered rays turn to matter where sandwiched, (1st Law of Thermodynamics) all sound vibrates just so
Underground growth, astounded by what doesn't show
Round and round we go, known for the thousand bar flow
Details matter, when moments drop like hailstones to shatter
Monopolize my dues, every flaw a tattoo like a bear tagged
Unstoppable RAM stands true, no brag, chops ran through this conduit, never lag.
Rue what I frag “Papa’s got a brand new bag!”
Growing by ranges, “Going through changes”
Choose two digits of green bags for each of my red flags, purple zest delight,
Check what I write and my adept roll, wreck my nights, every breath is my toll
Reprehensible frets leapt from a zephyr's soul. Left swipe me if you're not sapiosexual
Homeland in each scene, so everywhere I stand is peachy keen, dome span never forgot, treating each step I got like every spot was Dog Beach, Pier 13!
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