Aight then, boom

A microphone is both a listener and a speaker

I'm in the boom y'all already bang beepers

Fucktard jarhead, my neighbor's beefin'

Peep it, I floss on far sides, tussin for a scarred heart

I don't write rhymes for art farts

I hit Europe twice this year

It was live but the weed sparse

They say the steez parks and rec, sharp left

A body in the leaves, the archer crept

Star crust the harvest arted flex, RNS, let's

See how far it stretch, yes

Breath of the gods, she spread wider

Talkin' all of me, head tripped the alarm

Fire shock, flood the artery

Your brother in arms, it is I

Love me but leave me wild

A million ain't much

Hush puppies and whiting for lunch

Because I don't pause for grace

Doesn't mean I'm not thankful enough

Three strikes, hard rock, under the sun

True bar camo

From the era when you say ratchet

Then you know you meant the gun, fammo

Slumdog thousandaire

Horizon clear as my face be

You spotted the op from way over here g

There's that, but here are these

What dreams may come, your fears and sums

Too pricey to pay, put that bitch on layaway, dun

Are you finished or are you done

Are you a witness, are you the henchman?

Was it attention, maybe resentment

It's all dependent

Whole self, scars and welts

Nothing and no one else felt

I'm in rare form, can't hide when the veil's torn

Some people can't stand silence, so they fill the room with lies

Deep and wide, when the details are well worn

I'm a boombox era poet, nostalgia ain't always golden

Rooftop jump, serotonin rush

Warning

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