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sillyfurcorn clock - inutilis: liminal (album version) lyrics

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[verse 1: lucidd]
you don’t wanna mess with me
i will rap till the day i rest in peace
i’m a liminal b_tch hovering over the scene and making waves pumping my brain full of ecstasy
when i stutter on bars, thats negative aura
i c_ c_ c_ can’t find any benefits forging my own career, i suppose i’ll close down my own recope vows at lowest dont show out but
well maybe i can work on my album
but nah i got plenty of time, i can amount myself a bit, since i dont plan to quit, i’ll just take a little break like i’ve done for months and months and months
if i gain more confidence, ill rap for months
and make a decision i finna go fast for fun
and if i treasure my inner being and let myself loose, then maybe chopping won’t erode my t__th like captain crunch
(suck it)
take the cig ignite the lighter, shove it down your wind pipe
before i suffocate you with a microfiber lens wipe
(is this dude insane?)
yuh you ever ate silica gel beads before? that sh_t tastes like pop rocks
(yeah it does)
if you ever wondering why time is so slow, your sloppy seconds finna knock your block off
fine, what is the purpose of rapping so fast if you can’t understand em
yeah, thats a good point, but all of these archived forums, you’re throwing a tantrum
it’s too easy to crack the code, when you’re a ratman last to show all of what you got in one go, and that’s a reference, a sinster reminder that your ip is mine, kal paseo you a b_tch

[verse 2: liquiid vortex]
coming in back around
and i’mma k!ll em the sound
bringing em down
snakes bringing the doubts
i put em in the ground
hacking up i f_ck em up
you know that
i’mma gut em up
and i don’t really give a f_ck
a demon in the bounds
i ain’t goin up in the clouds
b_tch i’m headed down south
you went look for the devil
b_tch i found him in the barrel
don’t believe paranormal
there’s a ghost
look at him now
f_ck what ever they talkin about
“i’m shaking and breaking”
the underground
i’m tripping em out
got em thinking about
the moment they be tapping em out
i’m stabbing em in they sh_t
digging apart your hearts now
mash out till they black out
pass out ain’t gonna back down
man down till the countdown
they be thinking i’mma lose
making you motherf_ckers move
hit em with syllables
supersonic with the boom
thinking that they do
cut em into two
chucking a deuce
lookin into gloom
keepin the cool
sick in the stu
f_ck it i’m breaking loose
i’m d_gg_ng em out
i’m walking em out
the sh_t you shoulda thought about
ain’t lookin for a part of pound
you know that i want farther gone
it’s the head i want about
i don’t care if we falling out
motherf_cker they gon get it now
domestic terrorism pull the pin
and dive into the crowd
incendiary ammo
hot links when they clink
motherf_cker gonna be leaking
i ain’t talking bout a sink
when i come up in the spot
you don’t gotta worry
if i’mma do my sh_t or not
bust out the machete
put your head up on the block
they be ducking heads
cuz they thought i was a glock
(yeah)
f_ck it i’m bringing the doom
motherf_ckers don’t got a clue
jammin the katana in ya roof
i be doing what i do
[verse 3: down6]
gravity ripped from beneath, a cavern with shadows that smile with t__th
i ravege the scr_ps to keep snacks for the fien, i gnaw through reality’s hazardous dreams
enact a state of madness when climbing ladders up towards to heavens
lord is begging not to be bothered by a real sinful peasant
south east rappin, i be stepping to beats etching
thee message, squashing the beef and then release pleasant
code red, hoe dead, exterminate the block up in the instant
burning the record and terminate anyone tryna be stepping to k!ll b_tch
dictate what the future ancestors will see
leaving imprints like jay_z
wisdom isn’t granted at ya birth, you better f_cking earn it
roam around the city doused in kerosene, the act concerning
light the match and drag it on my skin and then commence to burning
not even the holiest water’ll put me out, the furnace hot n cooking
brought this methodical, problematic mission
lacking what matters to keep the habit on an honest vision
i probably puff a spliff when i roll in the du gump, i’m pimping
a couple a loaded clips, i_mean_a_mag and the goat be hissing
blood up on the jacket, by the boat
alabama river where they float
travel, run away out to the coast
weighing every ounce after shows
what is up with all this f_cking smoke?
golden, molded by the essence of
chosen gods, hiding through the f_cking shrubs
i settle beneath the dirt
breaking apart at the coffin and walk out to h_ll and make the chasm worse
devoted to this curse
[verse 4: tok_mei]
when my brother told me to give up i was adamant
he was saying only producers get any cash in this
dealing an ultimatum stating to work for dad again
because when he’s gonna take over he ain’t give a another chance again
i told him i don’t need it, i knew he wouldn’t belive in
me spitting out from heart to the beat and have it repeated
the grievance i couldn’t beat it till speakin up on a beat did
but having family’s approval was something i never needed
to be raw
like hopsin knockin with madness
so girl better drop the box like new caskets
in any way i pop n lock with who dancing
and take away the spot you rock like flu flamming
they got a song to drop but who’s asking
you’re better off to pop a squat with loose napkins
it’s not the bars you drop when you rapping
it literally the bar you’ve dropped with you rappin
(get it?)
cause i got a style to recognize
flow like the river of nile when shredding by
used to be vile to some when i sketched a rhyme
now they entitled for sums cause i’m getting by
used to be friends in the drain like they pennywise
now i got snap trynna show me the memories like
i wanna see it, delete it wheno steppin
like what’s in the past can not anchor in present time
nahh
that ain’t what
i’mma give into when im stronger than class a_1
they can all l!ck on my b_lls know the shaft stays up
while i facetime my therapist like man hey look
i’ll leave his d_mn face shook like
wooah!
get off my phone
like when y’all talking about im packin a mack and im bringing a
no
yall better be taking ya backida backida backida ass home
f_ck an sps and wackity wack flow
motherf_cker
[verse 5: undead ronin]

[verse 6: leechy!]
liminal. what does it mean?
occupying in the sp_ce inbetween
void walker, live behind of the scene
time wander in the twilight of a world unseen

grow pale by the day. it lurks in the shade
a favor repaid. i still will stare death in the face
f_ck it, burn rubber away. watch me escape, b_tch

i’m a bl__dy rabbit hopping out a wartime warren
pop on a popstar, gone in a moment
lost in the sauce. b_tch you ain’t that important
f_ck it. i’m tired, of your sh_t, got me snoring

like honk_shoo. “mi_mi_mi_mi_mi_mi_mi”
napping in a rap, trap house, ain’t a bnb
paint up the walls, now it look like a murder scene
burn a motherf_cker out a case, like a dvd

rip and i tear, bring doom to deviants
the ground beneath tremors, the dust pouring off
of my figure. go figure. i rupture their sp_wn
indigo royal, don’t f_ck with the p_wns

what is the purpose of making these songs
for the sake of approval from those looking on
there’s a truth in the verse, watch them shoot at aversion
i c_ck back. laugh. sure fire caliber. off

c_cking it, locking it, aiming it at the target, ain’t make it to market
aiming at the back of the hack, then clacking, hacking the pieces, and mogging the mark
f_ck if they spark, they gawking, hawking it back to the flat footed, regardless
bawking and breaking, taking a faker, shaking and baking, make it a hater

make an acre of the enemies. f_ck it, ain’t no befriending me
aching, i can’t take it, i’m shaking up, what they been sending me
i’m still wild to the bone, i got em all down on their knees
say my name, and bow to your king

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