[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
I no longer wonder why
Some will die in a vacuum
Forgotten fossil, I'm not immortal
I'm the kind that is assumed
I'm the guy that is undermined
From an underlying costume
I'll cast you till I'm [?] the underpants in the bathroom
Kids are lame like middle names
Your lyrics ain't progressive
And fickle brains can't figure out
Your little weight obsessions
Things have changed for worse
At first it didn't seem that bad
Now the scene is packed with silly cats
With skinny jeans that sag
Bombarded with androgynous
Unbalancing of consciousness
And all of it looks ominous
The softness of oesophagus
My cognitive ability
Was caught in this facility
That taught us wit, but augmented by similes
Talkative especially towards the pit of awkwardness
The opposite of it has just tormented the collective
Correcting my characters a character arabid
To parrot Tha Hymphatic, I'm direct yet erratic
[Chorus x 2]
I rap a lot, my catalogue
Is raining cats and dogs
Cut a log with punchlines
That can't find out when to stop
[Verse 2]
Yaw, I was blown apart
So I start with only a part
Of my soul and my heart
My conscious self has conquered cells
My body so I glow in the dark
My physical appearance
Is a miracle of weird things
Like solar power salt in our
Blood the flood is Noah's ark
But no one's asked the question if
The question's rigged to autostart
Just go to war with golden swords
And hope it's for a noble cause
With a wounded spirit
Trying to do unfinished business
To accomplish missions
Hunt for clues in hidden scriptures
I've viewed forbidden pictures
And told I was next in line
But my mind has left my body
And my soul has left my mind
When my soldiers sleep
I'll roam the streets
With hopes of seeing a dope of me
But hopelessly like most MCs
That road just leads to total greed
Dream of distance demons dissing
Premonitions visions
Such stream of wishful thinking
Comes from people that don't listen
[Chorus x 2]
I rap a lot, my catalogue
Is raining cats and dogs
Cut a log with punchlines
That can't find out when to stop
[Verse 3]
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Eager conjects economics become convicts after
Idiotic thieves are always eating from the mascot
These moronic bastards seem to be demonic pasters
Speaking of some secret knowledge seeking honest stanzas
Prehistoric past-times anchor anger management
I've seen a lot of semiotics have to handle challenges
You see us wrong yet after, you read about them ask us
To leave platonic plant, to plant the seed to all disaster
These psychotic rascals, for cheating for some cash got
Me and chronic hash pipes to keep my problems half cut
Quite cute, I'm a weed-aholic
Accrued of beats of cosmic
I was confused from a speeding comet
To drop fruit that freedom promised
Abused by egos of the vacuum vandals
My slice of the pie comes in acute angles