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j. september - chapter 3 كلمات الأغنية

i take a walk down my block to the park after dark
i’m looking sharp with my black swag and high tops
i got a line to chop, i got an l to spark
the liquor store’s well stocked we drinkin’ “white shark”
tragedy pays my salary, paints my gallery
mortality… my apathy leads to atrophy
we’ll call this chapter 3, actually life’s naturally
satisfactory, _n_logy of abnormality
i’d happily rest fast and free but life it is refractory
capacity of faculty = mastery of strategy
take notes like the academy but save your flattery
good grip on morality, hold up, factually
assault or battle me _ that’d be catastrophe
gravity of that disaster: ravage your anatomy
yo, take your quackery straight back to the factory
rhyme alacrity with the master key it’s zachary
fifty_two issues cascading like glassy shards
laden with scars in the shade of the moon and the stars
faded and marred, my humility traded for bars
i made it this far, have i played all my cards?
i had a full deck – i was the keeper of aces
i was the reaper of kings and the seeker of places
the receiver of the queen’s secret embraces
jack of all trades, let me teach you what grace is
reach for sp_ces beyond, got my head straight
no dead weight, i shred and dominate, i emanate
that’s why i meditate, sh_t that’s why i medicate
defying every estimate, never hesitate to decimate
dedicated phrasing discover truth and sincerity
craving verbal dexterity, no replacing, no parity
no facade, no parody, it’s amazing the rarity
epiphany, eureka moment, praising the clarity!

in a metropolis turned necropolis
my sonorous voice reaches flocks of its populace
promises spew from the depths of my esophagus
from the hollowness of the depths of my unconsciousness
never monotonous, we steady rock to this
heads will knock to this – do a bop to this
acid blotter with droplets of the ominous
fuel reconnaissance of gritty inner city politics
documents displayed: synonymous with dominance
mess with me the consequence, end in a sarcophagus
i’m on the top and with eyes of a hawk i lift
my gaze to watch glyphs fall off the monoliths
a proper mix of anonymous and prominence
i’m copping this opulence from bottomless
pits of confidence, steady chasing spirals like a nautilus
never stopping this ‘til the dawn of the apocalypse

- j september

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