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beans – this night amok كلمات اغاني

god, i’m not sure of you existence _
but won’t call you out your name as insurance
but in case you are there and i’m not aware _
i won’t blaspheme _
i’m ballbeam, the big sauce handsome hand grenade rob
the ishmael reed of mc’s _ so far out _ that my writings
enticing to june tyson _
my real is surreal when i cobra cuddle
no recoil clutch a microphone _ meet the new ted joans
been that _
will be that _
stay that _
abstract _ use my head for more than a hat rack
tryin to reach my cloud _
taking the stairs i’m above it _
lord of everything my light touches _ mr. nightfall
mr. wack never that always forever extratalest _
w/ that drop dead fresh
it’s when i close my eyes ‘til i rise _ no 9 to 5 _
my burdens i’m too fly _ i belong in the sky _
my drip add water you drown you flood w/ the ferocity of a
leaky faucet
savagely speaking _ if i’m wrong, then who’s right?
creatively lawless _ the god you can touch w/ text
slay then raise from the grave in 3 days
i’m jesus _ my hot rod is a t_rex
preying on minds fatalistic artillery articulate
words vivid _ like staring out a windowsill
to these flavorless _ bland as water
room temperature tepids _
y’all got yellow t__th and rock waves
cause you spent more time brushing the wrong sh_t _
i can’t ride that wave _ so much for priorities
a crowbar dislodged your soul from your body _
each tic of the clock has become your foe _
i’ll admit, though _ that you’ve got gusto in your pursuit
of failed ambition _ y’all fell off like tumblr _
after the p_rn restrictions _
i’m from new york where they spread love like bedbugs
to a mind swaddled in squalor _
tryin to explain the concept of time to a toddler _
time, a measure of duration linear _
this is the termination of your linear duration _
laid in waste your dreams in debris _
vivid in 3d _ when i’m feeling indecisive _
i tie a chain around a rapper’s neck _
tie the other end around a pole _
then drive as fast as i can go _
throw the decapitated head into the air _
yell heads or tails _
somehow, it always lands on heads, i suppose _
you a whimper trying to whisper futile in the ear
of a brazen blaze _ don’t burn
sweeter than plum wine you b_tch macho benign
washed up _ you a wash cloth
the passenger pigeon who flew into a fan _
he’s duck sauce
i’m from new york where they spread love like bed bugs
santa going out of business because of abortion _
that type of bullsh_t _
santa doesn’t exist
you twit _
roses are red _
smurfs are blue _
they ran out of glitter glue and can’t shine like you
failed miracle _
trust exercise distressed trauma
in a costco
soggy urine stained thong _
a dead shark for a bong _
a tea kettle makes better songs _
gloatingly as that
sh_tbag zimmerman signing autographs on a pack
of skittles despicable _
mike vick as dr. doolittle _
happy negro _
shackled by zeros _
to do the bidding of status quo
even if i play quiet on tippy toes
everywhere i go _
an apocalypse follows _
slipped into the beat like a kimono
i’m from new york where they spread love like bed bugs
abused crews in a theme park of pain
measured in mass put_weight on the name _
i radiate my own sun _
foraging graves to raise a calvary _
this night amok
no clemency _
it means nothing to me _
to sh_t on mc’s _
over crowds _ i’m a circus performer
on the trapeze _
w/ diarrhea

- beans

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