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the goods - anxiety calculation كلمات الأغنية

[intro: kunga 219]
it’s not like i can’t do it
…the goods

[verse 1]
calculate what they demonstrate to quake
no debating mind-state
recline straight
back–to know your fate
i concentrate to stop the hate of ill people
love mine, is trusted, has no equal
…quality, frivolity
due to numbers of the polity
it’s astronomically outstanding
quiz and test demanding
marks handed, non slanted
stop all that remanding and reproof
keep it move
stay aloof and strive for proof empirically
dead spiritually
…yet intrinsically aware of evil glare or stare, i [?] and [?] in comparison
armed to the tent just like a garrison
rhyme-battles out, you’s embarr-ssing
scaring when i’m overbearing/overbarren
…delightfully daring [? trappist ?] in complex pairs and…
the vibe wrong; it feels strong but it lasts long
“tag-team the throngs”, i’ve demanded
understand/innerstand the [?] flow of hip-hop and it’s [?], [?] themselves…”what?”
branding…the rhyme stranded
i’m heavy handed by seniority
think-of majority while i stick to authority
[? hard-off ?] of situations
redefine proclamations of approximation in your station
heart racing when i’m facing
[?] just like a state of mind
double binds, arrhythmic lines all the time when i feel the rhyme
sublime with the ill subliminal
criminal
word-rock–minimalistic

[kunga 219 & gordski]
k-a (to the)
and you never get to twist it…

[scratching in]

[verse 2]
out of frustration
i grab the bic, first resort; word sport
i second hit the quart/court
…call me k for short
i live in a port where more sh-t be smuggled like snort blow
i start the show, “blaaow”
had to get foul
thoughts narrow like an aisle of a market
i spark it after rolling
ash it when i’m strolling
…and ditch it up when i’m folding like a [? bunning ?] chair duct
under-stairs ill thoughts come in pairs, i still care
i raise your neck hair with my knowledge glare
all fares…so don’t dare test it
step back and respect it
intellect will get me what the wreck can’t
combine the whole [?] for minds
[?] dream of wealth and large bills
staying ill and dirty, got…
wordy parables…
in my paragraphs, you can’t get my math [? not even half ?]
bust that -ss without cl-ss
beat smash, slash
…through your sentences, dismember appendages when i’m rocking

[cutting-out]

- the goods

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