functional destruction derby
worthy adversary serving
swerving through the curve tipsy turning topsy turvy
luring murky water misfits to the bottom for a visit
cause to think your caped crusades are saving gotham’s just pretentious
third world vertebrate sundial superlative
emergence of the purpose through the surface of the worthlessness
until they understand the urgence with which i work this shift they ain’t got a bridge to build
salute to the shine lusters turned side busters still
in love with the cluster fuck that have to try to keep it real
i’m already me like it’s all i’ve ever wanted to be
they cage themselves to sing how they long to be free
and this bit conscious shit gets dissed cause it’s dishonest
taint the plot to paint the pretty picture that it’s not
caught in a mexican standoff
like yo atlas the pens only mightier than the sword til they cut your hands off
What you wanna do? You playin? Then make a move.
it’s so simple but we make the fakest faces
for the camera like the muthafuckin lens is gonna save us
told em before face the bass and stay gracious
keep the towel i’ll never throw it and if it’s foul it’s gon’ be flagrant
wake up soldier you fightin to be a placeholder
livin in a blizzard how much colder can it get
this isn’t that shit this isn’t imagery
drunk alone writing friday night this is really me
i ain’t got fans i got friends
whether we’ve ever met of you never see me again
you know me now
mr just did it no one taught me how
innovate to watch these lames try and jock the style
i been in it long enough to know a gimmick when i see it
on that underground slang i don’t talk it i be it
to the roots on the streets or in the booth
you know who to come to for the truth
your move
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