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bliss bindope - modus operandi كلمات الأغنية

there’s a method to my madness there’s hope then there’s sadness i mope in the badlands a moat of emotions a dream with mr sandman or a date with a sad dad lifes giving me the finger or maybe the backhand but i grow thru the mud like a lotus in a sap sand thru adversity i take out the trash can empty out the clutter with these rap hands with the wrath of my math and the rationale of a madman devote my notes on garotes ropes in the throats of spat plans catch me on thе inside never on thе out its not just fear holding the jokes its extreme experience in these towns of clasped hands rowing these boats down memories veins ingrained in the crass fans maybe they might laugh then i’ll keep one foot in front the other despite the smirks from the masked pan scared to grow up but scoffs at the next fan merely there to shoot the breeze refuse degrees from the cash clan hook i keep the pen by my side like a sword its my sustenance when i need herb my thirst for justice when i need swerve this well ain’t drying up it eats words don’t try to interpret my mind youll get lost up in these woods verse 2 it might be cl_ster f_ck for you but, me i do this on the daily don’t contemplate the dogmatic theosophists apocryphas from these blavatskys or alice baileys cause you put your trust in the word of the man who was rich enough to speak first thats so rehe_rs_d and now i just fly off the seams of a meek purse a bleak he_rs_ cursed with the skirts of the wh0res bleak thirst why wreak spurts when i can reap the burst of energy off my meat verse i don’t take orders and don’t ever try to control the heat squirt you’ll end up feet first in a morgue with the rest of em who tried to reach, church it don’t hurt me none if you don’t interpret the speech slurs nor will i dumb it down for children who barely got their peach furs this screech can stir the night with the ambience of besieged blurs it all just melts together in a technicolor beam sir my paint brush just might be a feather of greek birds who philosophize on the meaning of each verb only to find out the authors were impeached nerds verse three and i’ll get exiled too but don’t worry i won’t blame you and you’re not my scape goat either i never run from my vain truth every action has it’s consequence and that’s why god made you to carry out this free will in the absolutes of brain stews heated up by the moments fueled by the naysayers with stained suits its a ranged fuse that gets lit off the same strange fruit this war isn’t civil so why pretend it didn’t mame you name and shame you until your awareness defames you til you’re locked in a grey room with shackles that detain you me, i let it go that or let it burn depends on my sane view im game dude i just play mind tricks on myself to rearrange the shame cues dodge and dip the absurd til these grains grew lush enough for me to harvest without brewing up a lame excuse please peruse my maze but don’t start sipping from my rain dew have you liable to go insane id allow it i won’t tame you sign this non disclosure agreement so i can continue on my same route

- bliss bindope

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