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departure (rap) - guten كلمات أغنية

[verse 1: departure]
tangled inside of cables
make a mock’ry out of fakers pushing fables
kick the b_tch out of the table (good morning)
parachuted surgeon off a shelf for any lacking worded purpose
any voice respectable non_cursive
couple shots
if the card is a joker i walk a hundred blocks
graduation’s a f_cking culture shock
for every dollar, poppa fondles the ring
i made my way through life scared straight from grandmama’s way that she properly think
this a gem of graphics
breathing all the air before it turns to plastic
deleted hypothetical static madness
this tragic failure
loaded question mastermind opened
fur punch gastric bypass of a sailor
fly paper planes as unorthodox methods of delivering cocaine
roll it up and take blow to the face
when the mares whisper in silence to get naked and dance into the rain
they slit your through into the ethereal plane

[chorus: departure]
i’m trained in the dirt
your faith is blurred
the keys to gate is mine, to my city
with three_eighths of a curse
i still make it work
i bathe in the hurt pitted in my city
i come unscathed from the worst
no wraiths today
i’ll never die is swathed in the city
i’m the creator
mark the day your brain breaks and deserts
to hate is perverted in my city
[verse 2: departure]
i got a diagram of the heads of every man that tried to deface my framework
(it’s an empty board)
yeah, well i never said that the truth ain’t hurt
this book face first
scr_pped in burrough cut_up method angel investment
decorative snowflakes propane gas burn all the presents
cooperate with me here
and whisper to the detestors
“there is nothing to fear”
nothing to gain
only vague complementary bundles of cash
wrapped in the greatest demoralization money can buy
this is designer dining
your earned it
the sensations in the pit of your stomach
you gotta burn it
fresh off the towels
our smiles perfect
every ring a finger punched in
chocolate sculptures munched and punctured
eventual double chins of herman munster
powdered up behind the curtains to throw cheese for the cameras
my whole family died pedestrians by a tub thumper
identified by nothing more than a social number
[chorus: departure]
i’m trained in the dirt
your faith is blurred
the keys to gate is mine, to my city
with three_eighths of a curse
i still make it work
i bathe in the hurt pitted in my city
i come unscathed from the worst
no wraiths today
i’ll never die is swathed in the city
i’m the creator
mark the day your brain breaks and deserts
to hate is perverted in my city

- departure rap

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