Carbon (instrumental by Mors)

Hardest of starts - crack out my cranium  
Fog in my garden land of the aliens  
Haunted I'm cursed call it a bargain  
Bet who is better the rawest of carbon
 
Came with cannons came as a man and
Minutes to midnight I may put hands on it  
Battle myself homie no sleep  
Lonely this road - Too fucking deep
 
Do what I don't - Say what you won't  
Prove it I quote - Move like a ghost  
Move it or lose it I'm glued to the movement
Like many improvements But I am still human, 'ock
 
send it I said it I'm sick in the head  
bend it I'm better but hang onto thread
pen 'em a letter awaiting my death
end it so clever with every out breath
 
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Fuck on no bullshit biz
Pull it pussy on my lips  
Put it on fucking chips
Put it on em', body shit
 
Body it, tsunami hit
hobbyist can't copy this
watch my shit - my cockiness  
yeah I'm on my prophet tip
 
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Swore i'd be better this time
Boy you better get after them rhymes
If nothing changes nothing changes
Busted chains and lusting for days and
 
Locked in a way like a fox does prey  
Like a doc does say you'll never be fully healed
Fuck it all up my life goes round like a wheel
Nothing to feel  
 
Willing to grind willing to put in my work
My time my mind really hurt  
Fill in the ground cover with dirt  
Give it a second I beckon to burst
 
Still with the check in i wreck it or worse
Still with the weapons I'm ready for war
Still whip it out and dick down a whore
Still wigging out cuz i needed more
 
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Fuck on no bullshit biz
Pull it pussy on my lips  
Put it on fucking chips
Put it on em', body shit
 
Body it, tsunami hit
hobbyist can't copy this
watch my shit - my cockiness  
yeah I'm on my prophet tip