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challenging schemes, ravaging beams
of light to the extreme, mind blasting ding-a-lings
drink to yo boys, smoke for the homies
drunk 'till you stay down and deceased
states I've decided for you, is my *** crazy? of course yes
it's because of this breach in my thinking patterns,
was I a victim of some mind control?
pest patrol, virus scanning business stealin', makin' me unneeded as a tech,
*** ya, so gone in this game that I would like to 'roll
away from these menacing, dangerous, profitable, mercenaries for more nazism,
I've already much inhaled from documentaries
in this camaderie induced to play the lottery
'till broke I found myself in need of dope and sex
and ***, woh! prostitution ain't a thing to do mang
don't ***' care. Without a girl, I find myself without the right to parole,
where's the free speech's ultimate goal
and the soul in constant evolution for more sounds to dig,
more beats to create, more ideas as tools to invade
with much pression, I should engage, but in those days where music stated being
completely downloaded, where is the cash? where can I find some aid?
first aid kit, for the furiest bended twist
in this completely undeserved story for being less than socially reserved
Zu has called you for some, baseball bats 'n cracks
through hacks and it brings tact to a fast load as a plate full of rats
on the mat, leavin you to think, leadin you to constantly blink