Soldier

By Offsite

On Hex

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Daydreaming and I'm thinking of you...

I'd like you to know I've enjoyed your company, and bear you know your will...

For me, killing is merely a business, it's nothing personal


[Verse]

It’s a cynic make a critic look incredible

Write up such uncredible bonkers, he ditched the metronome

Pressure with busted veterinarian wearing a stethoscope

He sensed the hole was closing up

Chose to run, born to run

Possibly the boss to give his horn a touch and send a torrent rush through saxophone

The natural born [?] know a blacksmith back in college studied Kant’s dichotomy

My philosophy--lots of money on top of me

Now who’s stopping me?

Cool feels through and through the Ruby Yacht

We skip upon a sea of flocks and formed from bodies that we’re swallowing

Elder one got a cloak, odd tone in deathly hallows

No one nearly had less ghosts

I’m betting Nick is following this closely

[?] style known a dial tone and leave a robber froze

And Gomer Pyle wild flows

I pile those in five folders

Coded Miles knows this soldier wrote the Bible once I learned to shut my pie-hole

It’s as though something divine was bestowed upon my spinal

Vinyl rips in dojos

Soulfolk’s holy mountain silo

Feline pest rewind the table

Find I’m rhyming fine in spite of you

Slide my mind inside of you ’til you lie how I like you to

You’ll find the truth

Offsite [?], I’m inviting you

Did I mention I’m quite immune to Ivy school slime?

Why lie to you?

Check the polygraph, another polymath and polyglot


[?]

Watch me pop a pompous mollycoddle monolith with honestness

My mascot was a rocket ship

Olamina’s back

Profit prophets and propagate proper consciousness

I’ll tap into the black and then I take a nap again

Mapping volcanic ash, an annelid channelling all that’s happening

Masters in C+ other acronyms

Dynamic packaging immaculately [?]-drenched

Penchant for the sacrilegious [?] of atlas at the asteroid

Jazz infused spaz jib-jabber hermaphrodactyloid, who wants to stop his hands from typing raps but can’t, battle droid

Happy frattling, babble [?] babble boy

Snap a hippocampus [?] with just a dash of Freud (kshhh)

(Offsite, that’s the boy)

I neglected to mention this earlier, but

I am an assassin...

Daydreaming and I'm thinking of you...