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- shit your faith out, that spout you call a mouth
- slam dunk with nuts in your face, who's balling now?
- picking glass out of your LV sneakers
- i'm blowing chunks out of you M3's speakers
- causing you to drive erratically
- into the glass pane window of the first laundry mat you see
- throw you a roll of quarters to clean your life up
- and apply enough extra pressure to leave the knife stuck
- that's not a stab in your back that's a stab at your raps
- that'll leave you death gripping a mic layered with tacks
- pay your taxes so you won't go to jail
- pay your dues so you won't get labeled as failed
- only using three nails to nail you to a cross
- and we'll travel 3 miles to a cliff to push you off
- crucified, crews confide, cruise into the night
- while the track abuses your ride
CHORUS
- no matter how many windows you roll down
- crack your system, strip the knob off on the sound
- a spaced mind, blurred visions of the signs
- hypnotized by the white dotted lines
Broken Klutch
- There was evidence I was preaching, 4 Corner assault,
- causing coroners to revolt, while I was eye fucking my teacher
- Bleachers stained well, with proof I went to hell
- Awoken from a dream, that my scholar in ghetto fell
- As a black guard I was scar branded with an old dirty bastard
- Henny had my back with the authority of Lancaster
- What does that mean for the driver… Black Plague Jersey
- A Haitian horror story, that leaves Americans screaming Mercy
- These new batch of rappers are Aiken… Clay posters inhaled
- So I understand your confusion and determination to fail
- So I take my crotch to your girl, and flip the switch to convertible
- Her name was Girgle Goggle now, recognize the vertical
- Teenage massaqure, state of mind virgin
- anxiety got me twitchin, and my conscious of bad & evil's conversin
- Bad domestic reaction for that red & blue attraction
- That's why Kavorkian exists, so I can make that call & close your chapter
CHORUS
- no matter how many windows you roll down
- crack your system, strip the knob off on the sound
- a spaced mind, blurred visions of the signs
- hypnotized by the white dotted lines
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- you wanna space walk, that's not your fate dog
- frustrate y'all make you wanna peel your face off
- in this case raw, so in a way it stays soft
- so pray god, will heal away the day's probs
CHORUS
- sweat, blood, tears and patience
- and determination
- is it loud enough? x4
- is it live enough? is it live, live enough for you?
- Time to take a ride on willy wonka's boat
- no visuals, just musical notes
- rocking trench coats and vials of coke
- no that was a joke cause it'll clog my nose
- please let me breathe, but I can't, I choke
- all these damn bills crammed down my throat
- shit still stays broke, no matter how we vote
- dripping ripped veins slipping down the slope
CHORUS
- sweat, blood, tears and patience
- and determination
- is it loud enough? x4
- is it live enough? is it live, live enough for you?
Megabusive
- don't let me start, start tripping again
- time to play the part, heart beats with a pen
- over beats that'll bang, meats meet with a fang
- mouth shut, ears open when I'm speaking my friend
- street sweep and avenge, steep peaks to the end
- creep creeping on a ledge of rules that'll bend
- when you're thinking I'm dead, I'm sneaking ahead
- While your knees get scraped, sleep in pools of your red
CHORUS
- sweat, blood, tears and patience
- and determination
- is it loud enough? x4
- is it live enough? is it live, live enough for you?
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- somebody get cups, somebody get bottles
- somebody get blunts, and we gone get goggles
- now we ain't role models, so we go full throttle
- switch toggled, flipped module
- mind boggled, drink hollow
- somebody got cups, somebody got bottles
- somebody got blunts, now we all got goggles
- you wanna get blown follow, i'm talking sky high tho
- stoned waddle, zoned motto,
- about to win this bone lotto
- pants to the floor, dancing with hoes
- ego stroke til expansion of holes
- swim from the coast to the man in the boat
- creeps get close till their hands on their throat
- prance in a cloak, fantasy zone
- put a staff through her clothes and man, did she moan
- ba-bad to the bone, fan-fancy capone
- tra-trashed out her dome, cra-crashed in a home
- bird bath a must, splash then the bus
- pain in the calf, pulled back it cramped up
- no complaints on the scufs from the carpet munch muff
- tough drank much shots, now he puking guts up
- still half wide awake, so he's screwing up stuff
- nut caked on his pants, lewd view of crude lust
- raw stench on his hand, perfume, cooch musk
- and knew when he bust, he's only doing this once
CHORUS
- running through moments
- mind cannot trace it
- lost in the space is
- words or the places
- liquor scores and erases
- what occurred or the faces
- black the fuck out, black the fuck out
- welcomed to the club with tequila for free
- boots to the knees, skirt just below the cheeks
- shots all night, paid no price
- conversation strike with the man that was nice
- halfway fried, all impressed with his ice
- before she blink twice, undressed with his eyes
- addresses his ride, parked outside
- slide from her girls, dips out on the sly
- dick out as he drives, till they pull in the drive
- slipped inside, drawls pulled to the side
- pokes and he pries till he draws out cries
- howls in the darkness of the pale moonlight
- bowels start to tighten as her frail bruised thighs
- shake and they throb, no latex involved
- both so enthralled, that that couldn't stall
- the alcohol's job, another memory robbed
- don't normally do this on the first night...riiiiight
- i only do this with a person that i...liiiiike
- don't be embarrassed, it's not your fault
- we can handle these needs, like grown adults
- without going to court, not gonna judge your thoughts
- no pressure forced, just let it run it's course
- don't strap up cause wrapper's too...tiiiight
- seemed like a good idea in hind...siiiight
- ball for the cause just like you're taught
- a star turned rock and the cost's your floss
- when you fall in pools of alcohol
- now your tossed in a time line lost
CHORUS
- running through moments
- mind cannot trace it
- lost in the space is
- words or the places
- liquor scores and erases
- what occurred or the faces
- black the fuck out, black the fuck out
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- given up the fight, waiting for that white light
- to ignite the path to new heights
- family unites, to view their last sights
- spending one last night before a new life
- with courage and heart, and a head full of thoughts
- looking at an familiar body, being slowly torn apart
- stop the medication, increasing the sedation
- start the countdown, and make peace with the savior
- i couldn't imagine a twin losing a sibling
- in good spirits, not a hint of fear given
- still ribbing and cracking jokes
- an occasional tear dripping down the face of kinfolk
- waiting at the front door for the grim reap
- one last smile etched into the memory
- a longer hug for that last drop of love
- that final goodbye, that we all find tough
Teddy Faley:
- Don't get it twisted that's a friend of mine, You should of been sure, that was a friend of yours
- & We should have seen that coming from a thousand yards before
- We act like there aint nothing wrong, there's somethin wrong of course
- but there was 'normal', then there was you, and you was tryin to find the storm
- I know that feeling well, but never found it's source,
- until the day I heard that you had found yours
- Yours taught me it torched like a scorched sunrise on some never mind that's forced
- Just wanna gorge ourselves impure until we dull down every thorn
- I still bug on just how kind you was my brother
- Never smirked a smile behind nobody's back or found discouragements to mutter
- That's a wild god that built you just to break you
- To give your mom an angel just to watch him break your halo
- And that's why i ask the faithful why they pray to such a-hole
- and I read through our old texts and try to find a payphone
- I won't never write about you, this the last time that I do
- I ain't good enough at what I do to make it true
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- place setting, face letting off all types of signals
- things are not tranquil
- from an observants angle, it's obvious like a cankle
- there's emotions tangled
- a sailor's knot in the throat trying not to emote
- more screams than a regime in a sinking boat
- stranded in an ocean of thoughts
- shooting off flares no one's eyesight caught
- capsizing under water levels rising
- the captain of the ship riding till it's demise is
- the present, no wrapping, no guessing
- no breathing, no moving, no stressing
- even kiltered, numb feeling, pain filtered
- the burying alive of one name's what killed it
- on a ill tip took a pill then sip
- on distilled liqs chilled and still shit's real
- memories swimming with the fishes, and dolphins
- like some sea world exhibitiion, they're lost in
- the parts unknown
- wading a rock bed full of unturned stones
- unlearn the moans and bellyaching
- what's really jelly, inside a lifesaving donut
- sea sick, hunched over about to throw up
- face smeared by a warm mist
- then pierced in the heart by a swordfish
- bleed into the red sea
- waiting to black out so i'm no witness to the travesty
- trying to deep six it, iceberg and sink this
- madness, without a breathing apparatus
- the deadliest catch that proved to be a match that
- attached 8 tentacles to 4 ventricals
- gave a pull and now who's saving who
- foaming at the mouth till the face shades blue
- a buoy in the smog, with a smug grin installed
- when it all collapses and falls
- take a cruise around the world
- and have yourself two big balls
- as if i cared at all
- you're just a human tsunami brushing by me
- a clubbed seal that used to be alive and exciting
- i sit dockside while i'm writing, in the worst of storms
- hail and frozen rained upon
- a moist page is torn, as a pen rocks when pushed
- dipped in the ink of a poisonous octopuss
- locked in a bermuda triangle
- hung up on a hook real high and dangled
- above a section shark infested
- now never had a thought so rested
- your parts' been tested and rejected
- and no longer accepting disrespect from your direction
- grabbing the correct wind leaving a wrecked ship
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