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codex (producer) – grimy كلمات اغاني

[verse 1: yakuza cowboy]
these kids is grifted with minimal sense of discipline
we in the trenches, hidden menace with ballistic instruments
sprinkle pinches of cinnamon
delicious rhythms limitless
taught as cookies scorch a rookie on some crispy fritter sh_t
business is business, don’t question mathematics
in the traffic jam we brandish bazookas and blast the traffic
panoramic painting of my brain in random transit
pandemanium crocodile tears arabian casket

[hook]
give ‘em mass and watch they preconceived notions erode
punch the numbers in the doors of perception, open the code
we in the bas_m_nt, relay the information overload
i’m toe_to_toe with my own derangement, we bout to overthrow ourselves
“_ry_that_i_can_op_en_i_an_am_my_eye_i’ve_i_uh
uh_uh_i_can_op_en_i_an_my_i’ve_uh_that_i_can_op_en
_ry_that_i’ve_i_op_en_i_ave_i_can_op_en_i_that
_ry_that_i_can_op_en_i_am_ry_that_i_can_op_en”

[post_chorus]
the flow is h_ll now we caught up in a commonwealth
spray a thug, paint the wall with blood like jeffrey dahmer does

[verse 2: dastardly kids]
so dastard’s been menacing since papa left for cigarettes
black and mild till i got a brick on rock steady
drunk off some ice tea, high offa’ 80
i climbed to mt. olympus, told the rap gods, “bless me”
obliged ‘cause the gods wise, got some with my mind straight scripture
spit it in your face, if you hate n_ggas, break triggers
i was just too mad to aim, sprayed everything
triple propane on a hot day
hot as h_ll, hold it to the sun so it can light my ls better
f_ckers cut up and they end up dismembered
gutted, looted, got, one “rip” on twitter
i’m a go_getter blowin’ smithers, that’s some good pot
huh
immortal flow
i’m rotten if i could rot
twist plot to dreadlocks blood clot make your heart stop
(make your heart stop)
[hook]
bone’s eye, yeah (heart stop, heart stop)
bone’s eye, mmm

[verse 3: dastardly kids]
bone’s eye full of bone_cold
my tongue cold, spores fungal, tangled hair rapunzel
i run soles like death skulls with eyes of coals trapped in the catacombs and you’ll never know
i’m bad bones breakin’ at the fingertips
a lone dog that never been obedient
lurkin’ in the back, buried from the seedy sh_t
stealin’ gold from the greediness
dastardly from my head to my greasy d_ck
it’s masterful like acid pulled offa’ sheets
tactical like the sun when it’s holding heats
predictive how the world molded me
grimy as dirt: how it’s supposed to be

[hook]
grimy as it’s supposed to be, b_tch
“inter_plannetary_ter_ray_ter_ra_ca_ca_ca_i_can_o_o_o
inter_plannetary_ter_ray_ter_ra_ca_ca_ca_i_can_o_o_o”

- codex producer

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