[00:56.25]Is a love such as that which
[00:58.08]I exhibit for my practice
[00:59.73]The factor which then amalgamates debates with straight-jackets and
[01:03.09]ROBES Huddled in brackets that blacken the average globe
[01:06.12]Xenophobe, loathe to modify the fly, feel this...
[01:09.24]I carve a notch in my wall for every stall every fifth mark slants diagonal to symbolize your downfall
[01:15.45]Drunky peasants, honor the shifty megatron presence
[01:18.78]Slug a bolt once ceremonies of merit turn blood sport (Uh)
[01:22.20]Fought in hella high seas,
[01:23.49]I freeze your mega dumb company
[01:25.35]Pumpin' out wise beads like, fly sneak-attacks on dry leaves
[01:28.59]DUNCE Crooked rumors turn zoomers when rookies talkin'
[01:31.80]Bad seeds blossom the wookie walk, hawkin'
[01:34.47]Let a sucker drift,
[01:35.85]I lift up every stone prone to find the point at which repellent signals ultimately bind
[01:41.25]When a pack of style mimics deem my rants target to cluster
[01:44.43]I advance clutchin' the mic like bully to knuckle duster
[01:47.70]Innocent, your riddles yield a little plastic blend
[01:50.85]**** a badge, light 'em on fire dance a jig around the pig
[01:53.82]Figurin' yeah,
[01:55.05]I'll land a plan on bleached fame trackers using only the finest in post-modern terrain mappers
[02:00.36]Once my breath is dispersed...
[02:01.95]My God, you think the heaven's touched the earth then
[02:04.71]Thirstin' a perch on a bursted curse
[02:06.81]But I don't confide wine and water chose me
[02:09.78]Bored, lasso down polaris, let the glow amuse me
[02:13.02]OK I lay me down to sleep, creepin' a slumber under red skies
[02:16.86]Heads splittin', straight sippin' a drip of dead vibes
[02:19.92]It's red tides from here, stop and smell analog hell
[02:22.77]Clenchin' a stench of burnin' logics and a child with yearning optics...
[02:25.98]Now someone's approached the rope, shaking like snow-globes
[02:29.49]Others sought safety in numbers, other's flows got towed under (yeah)
[02:32.61]Still another took a turn and crashed and burned while others flee
[02:35.52]But there will never be another starvin' marvel like me
[02:38.49]See, there's a time when... rhyme and...
[02:42.21]Paint combined can't even manage to tell what the swell is, like
[02:46.59]Picture your imagery embelished with the hellish aspects of the swarms forlorn facets
[02:51.87]Soul crafted fat cats, burrowin', left perrenial tenants discouraged and
[02:56.28]Discussin' my four season flourishing,
[02:58.23]Uh! Searching, purging poetic lead poison
[03:01.50]Poised, imploised to leak a little bit of moisture on your pride
[03:06.00]I'm a, animated style machine
[03:07.59]Intervening faulty production fueled by nicotine suction
[03:11.04]From tux in my carnivore to vipers in my garden
[03:13.98]You flash identify by the genus, species and class
[03:17.13]Start to chuckle
[03:18.33]Buckle the architecture til it fell through
[03:20.67]Kill the survivors then raise the dead for shock value
[03:23.70]By the time the pending settlements fully negotiated (yeah I'll...)
[03:27.21]I'll have put aside you to get myself situated
[03:29.91]It's like sadly, my style spooks juveniles like
[03:32.73]Boo Radley
[03:33.48]Radically weak assume the
[03:34.83]Colonel Kurt's in our platoon soon enough
[03:37.26]That's one bluff called, toughens the searcher
[03:39.78]Stuttering, emerging, gutter urchin, bursting
[03:42.84]I live for the moment of truth when
[03:45.18]Big Willy rapper ackgnowledges failure and states “Goddamn my shit is trash”. “It's time to let go”, the tin man bangin' upon his chest to hear the echo
[03:53.40]Heartless kid, hollow compartments
[03:55.89]See we the people of the united, starving artistic
[03:58.92]Militia keep movin' in order to form a more perfect union
[04:02.25]I'm clued in to the poison panoramics brewed in panic situations
[04:06.72]It's a little bit a shit with my brittle gift
[04:08.31]I tell myself "Stay" (Stay)... up high make a mockery of
[04:12.03]Sun and moon and star til they hand over the sky
[04:14.79]My deluxe is, fluxes, pivots to where the crux is
[04:18.21]Invade the town while village elders holler “Who the ****'s this?”
[04:21.33]See hipper cats, aggravated trudge through the muds
[04:24.30]Quickin' ones, plots thicken like, coagulated blood
[04:27.54]Rugged serpentines climb, pebble to rock
[04:30.63]Let your pretty pink cloud nine expectations please you not
[04:34.77]I'm, Ae-****ing-sop
[04:36.00]Rock, mic bizarro
[04:37.44]Proper application of the soul by my standard
[04:40.59]Candid once position from which instigations spawn
[04:43.74]And man, I plan to die with a mic in my hand, it's like...
[04:47.16]Abandon all hope yo, abandon all hope, it's like
[04:50.22]Abandon all hope yo, abandon all hope...

Is a love such as that which
I exhibit for my practice
The factor which then amalgamates debates with straight-jackets and
ROBES Huddled in brackets that blacken the average globe
Xenophobe, loathe to modify the fly, feel this...
I carve a notch in my wall for every stall every fifth mark slants diagonal to symbolize your downfall
Drunky peasants, honor the shifty megatron presence
Slug a bolt once ceremonies of merit turn blood sport (Uh)
Fought in hella high seas,
I freeze your mega dumb company
Pumpin' out wise beads like, fly sneak-attacks on dry leaves
DUNCE Crooked rumors turn zoomers when rookies talkin'
Bad seeds blossom the wookie walk, hawkin'
Let a sucker drift,
I lift up every stone prone to find the point at which repellent signals ultimately bind
When a pack of style mimics deem my rants target to cluster
I advance clutchin' the mic like bully to knuckle duster
Innocent, your riddles yield a little plastic blend
**** a badge, light 'em on fire dance a jig around the pig
Figurin' yeah,
I'll land a plan on bleached fame trackers using only the finest in post-modern terrain mappers
Once my breath is dispersed...
My God, you think the heaven's touched the earth then
Thirstin' a perch on a bursted curse
But I don't confide wine and water chose me
Bored, lasso down polaris, let the glow amuse me
OK I lay me down to sleep, creepin' a slumber under red skies
Heads splittin', straight sippin' a drip of dead vibes
It's red tides from here, stop and smell analog hell
Clenchin' a stench of burnin' logics and a child with yearning optics...
Now someone's approached the rope, shaking like snow-globes
Others sought safety in numbers, other's flows got towed under (yeah)
Still another took a turn and crashed and burned while others flee
But there will never be another starvin' marvel like me
See, there's a time when... rhyme and...
Paint combined can't even manage to tell what the swell is, like
Picture your imagery embelished with the hellish aspects of the swarms forlorn facets
Soul crafted fat cats, burrowin', left perrenial tenants discouraged and
Discussin' my four season flourishing,
Uh! Searching, purging poetic lead poison
Poised, imploised to leak a little bit of moisture on your pride
I'm a, animated style machine
Intervening faulty production fueled by nicotine suction
From tux in my carnivore to vipers in my garden
You flash identify by the genus, species and class
Start to chuckle
Buckle the architecture til it fell through
Kill the survivors then raise the dead for shock value
By the time the pending settlements fully negotiated (yeah I'll...)
I'll have put aside you to get myself situated
It's like sadly, my style spooks juveniles like
Boo Radley
Radically weak assume the
Colonel Kurt's in our platoon soon enough
That's one bluff called, toughens the searcher
Stuttering, emerging, gutter urchin, bursting
I live for the moment of truth when
Big Willy rapper ackgnowledges failure and states “Goddamn my shit is trash”. “It's time to let go”, the tin man bangin' upon his chest to hear the echo
Heartless kid, hollow compartments
See we the people of the united, starving artistic
Militia keep movin' in order to form a more perfect union
I'm clued in to the poison panoramics brewed in panic situations
It's a little bit a shit with my brittle gift
I tell myself "Stay" (Stay)... up high make a mockery of
Sun and moon and star til they hand over the sky
My deluxe is, fluxes, pivots to where the crux is
Invade the town while village elders holler “Who the ****'s this?”
See hipper cats, aggravated trudge through the muds
Quickin' ones, plots thicken like, coagulated blood
Rugged serpentines climb, pebble to rock
Let your pretty pink cloud nine expectations please you not
I'm, Ae-****ing-sop
Rock, mic bizarro
Proper application of the soul by my standard
Candid once position from which instigations spawn
And man, I plan to die with a mic in my hand, it's like...
Abandon all hope yo, abandon all hope, it's like
Abandon all hope yo, abandon all hope...