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Yo is this the beat I police full of grey streaks sheep and lightless sea
Crashing wave after wave of face after face in a trance tied to our constantly dwindling attention spans brought on by utter lack of human connection to anything that don't have HD projection and we weary on bout our endless days dredging away lives shorter than jays hoping we can reach the dreams we pretend we made only to see our lives fade far out in the ocean, and the rest of your life is that straightforward motion
get a couple nuts 'fore I'm 69 and maybe make a mil off someone's dime cuz I check my 6 and double back on this trail mix the friends with fiends and the fuckers between to the point where this path was littered with broken shells and unfinished debts of friends-
Y'all burn in hell-
Cuz I'm stronger in stress, more than a boast can attest cuz the burden of life is lighter with most when they got hands in friends that know where to go, sans hesitation just like a certain flow, mad props to the half g that help wrote. And without misdirection you reach your potential then look down on me like some kind of utensil when you don't understand to be sharp as yo pencil is disadvantageous cuz I'm instramental slick wit spit it cut straight through your brain stem, I'm on another level while you in the train sim
Conductor-self with a less nervous demeanor sweating when I put you on the spot -in a freezer- I'm asking your position from cops to the scots to plots of hulu
And yeah that rhyme was lazy true, but when's the last time you read something 'sides a menu? cuz I understand the intrinsic value as it stands in the way I climb this ladder with my own hands. And like I vocalized in a previous line I'm harder- for the absence of your bother I don't need no martyr or defense anymore because I'm strong enough to hit the door
Hard- with the side of your head and walk out cold before they know if you're dead cuz I'm the kinda man that has no lives in his wake- don't get to fall down and walk again the next day. So my grip is tight and as bullshit proof as my last bad bitch in leather boots. So talking about kicks don't step to me with that rehearsed smile and "thank you please" cuz I can't promise I'll hold back when I stomp your ass in my verbal attack- a straight torrent unleashed on how I feel, the no holds barred shit known to end the deal so in conclusion if you think in yo foolish confusion you can stand up and put down the realest fucker on the block pop off get shot laid down, I ain't about to play this game like yo oblivious target or sucker when a hater step to me with a malevolent trigger see if I don't flinch before I drop a nigga