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yak, the atlas - crosshairs (angel arm) كلمات الأغنية

if we make it
i’mma clown on motherf_ckers still complacent
though in another realm we adjacent
the roads in our shoes i can trace it
its so close i can taste the greatness
i can the taste the
burnt grease on my day shift
you moving like molasses
not evasive from invasions
from these kings that are nameless
and they famous and its heinous
cause that’s where the aim is
that’s where the aim is

i dont have some grand facade man
just trying to wade our ass out of quicksand
birthed on the black dragons foundation
skated the foundry, broke both ankles
fatal frame blurred these eyes are glazed
in my daze, all days till the maze switch to my second phase, keep up with this pace
you could really get erased
dissapeared without a trace
still based
you hogs at the trough, dripping scarlet rot
non questioning cogs in the grace of your god
callin ma and pa but they’re faces wrong
have we really been in a cage this long?
no nicholas, everyones spirit really isnt into this
power bottom political pyramids
this flow age like wine
still not a particle of sense
i dont really get to vent
if we make it
i’mma clown on motherf_ckers still complacent
though in another realm we adjacent
the roads in our shoes i can trace it
its so close i can taste the greatness
i can the taste the
burnt grease on my day shift
you moving like molasses
not evasive from invasions
from these kings that are nameless
and they famous and its heinous
cause that’s where the aim is
that’s where the aim is

blood, sweat, and tears, what we do in the shadows
swim in the floodlights, bouncing off the echoes
from a home to return to of terrible oaths
as you cough till you choke from the smoke of your ghosts, ghosts, ghosts, ghosts
keep your hands off my microbiome
this is my body, my temple, my throne
i could walk for five hundred miles
and turn the difficulty up to kaizo
cause i keep ten toes on these stepping stones
you fee fi foes dead on arrival
sights so high from eyes this low
stars realign with the dings from the fight
as the lightning strike, with key and the kite
wolves at the door with a fork and a knife
my advice?
destiny is a book you write

- yak the atlas

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