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[intro]
‘aight
this ones for all y’all goin’ round pocketing my lighters, bruh
hehe

[verse 1 — vincent verrgo]
vans on his feet, brand of a beast
vincent catch amnesia when he speak to police
or vanish on command with the faceless oaths
to bas_m_nts with brimstones fins and aimless breed
cannon ‘tween t__th, the force so bleak
the lands crown pieces out like george the greek when my hands out
theme song; experimental big band jazz
your theme song winds of simps i lambaste

[verse 2 — nimrod]
getting shifty when i pack on a st__ze
from the crеase in my hat, to the back on my sneaks
i stack molеcules and digits in the cuff of my denim
he isn’t letting any sentence dictate the way he gets paid
forget ’em, i spit straight and swing with the amp’
’cause i’m colder than a gulag camp, up in the fray
you can find him gliding silent to the static, or up in the attic
acquainting himself with shadows that i’ve practiced, yuh

[verse 3 — vincent verrgo]
the homie [?] all the money in the cassette
classic ink spots, volume one, confetti brett[?]
the young prince_ness[??], jack herer
jack whiskey run rivers by a pack full of 5150s
pack full of [?] with me
who travel like average folk [?] intrigue
and don’t add tag_alongs or apostles
cats can’t catch the kid in the foxhole
[verse 4 — nimrod]
wreak havoc, beep_beep, it’s mad traffic
the kids speaks lavish, these beats the real classics
speak trashtongue, a language that’s exotic to most
first step to fluency is chugging bottles of smoke
erratic, peep the tactics i relate to most rappers
but some of y’all are tragic when you come with the wack sh_t
blast spliffs and [?] on the i_59
relax quick, bust a beat, a blow a fat sack of rhymes, what up?

[verse 5 — vincent verrgo]
the posse cross backcountry surrounded by black lunchmeat
my dad taught me never leave the house
_without each sleeve hiding something
trust me dog, i’ve never seen one smile worth trusting
and that’s facts, kid, my whole class b_st_rds
spitters of bad acid who don’t think twice before actions
half of me is scrambling for [?]
the other half mouth open breathing in the madness

[verse 6 — nimrod & vincent verrgo]
i beat it up and make sure the top lock’s hooked
i rock knots in the noggins of crooks to stock knowledge we can push
so we can punt their offspring, turn opposition to mush
my mind’ll lift this off and on, i’ll [?] to god from the books
“yo shut the f_ck up, i’ve had it up to here with this sh_t!”
we boutta peer off the abyss to greet your fear like our kid
the frequency is made of headrocks delivering nutrition
vimin vincent pressing lovecraft tentacles to bridges
[bridge — nimrod]
huh
yo yo
uh, uh
uh uh, uh

[outro — vincent verrgo & nimrod]
i held pencils like a medic knife whenever i felt dead inside
excavated ventricles, prayed i might be canonized
now i wonder where fate and vision deploy
cause lately i’ve been struggling to find the incision point
the kid destroys the meaning of a reason to decease
the walls are gleaming with the resin of the dream that he breathes
either jet into oblivion or bring a disease
keep up the cadency, never step in the brink

- trash colony

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