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BLOO WORLD
- [The cries you hear from these people are pitiful](A LOT of stuff on RapPad as bullshit and these songs that are supposed to be vulnerable don’t move me in any way, to me they are average, prop bait trauma dumpers)
- [When me or G raps just consider it biblical](shout out to the lyrical prodigy G Facurderer)
- Consider it sin if you against Kalligraphy
- But even you’re against me, you’re alliancing with mini me’s
- Try to understand my sciences and where I stand politically
- Cuz these boasters stand far from truth
- [Like watching Armenians and Azerbaijanis ride car pools](these historic bloody rivals car pooling is an image that won’t happen, just like the boasters won’t speak truth)
- [Or Gazans and Askenazis ride roller coasters together too](alludes to the Israeli Palestinian conflict in this line —a relevant socio political issue. Gazan’s have conflict with Israel, which is inhabited by Ashkenazi Jews. To say they’re riding roller coasters is a metaphor for the rise and fall of the conflict, and the emotional instability between the two parties.)
- Yeah, the socio systems are wanting profits
- I’m [sapio](sapiosexuals are people who are attracted to intelligent people) for minds with wisdom of prophets
- Like [Catholics with Protestants dine in a mosh pit](two groups who share immense religious differences when it comes to denominational theology, I’m juxtaposing dining, something calm, to mosh pits, something chaotic to represent that us Christian’s are calm usually, but when we’re against each other, it gets out of control.)
- [Lutherans and Anglicans dance in the hall of coffins](groups too who’ve been at disputes, killed even, hence, dancing in a hall of coffins)
- It’s appalling to see the affogatos be brought in
- You think you run the show, but I’m the four wall, kid
- Like get a grip, you’re falling from space into a bottomless pit
- Have fun in the abyss
- Yeah, I run the world
- Yall let the world run you
- [Can you spell BLOOD without BLOO (blue)?](call back to Lupe’s bar on World Runners by Ab Soul. Here, bloo is homophonic for Blue. So you can’t spell blood without typing blue)
- blue/crip)
- [Can you crip but bleed red too?](more imagery to rival gangs being hypocritical, no matter how much you cripping when you get shot, you need BLOOD to live)
- Yeah, I run the world
- Yall let the world run you
- [I hear squeaking from Ezekiel’s tires](I use Ezekiel’s when which you can find in chapter 1 of the book of Ezekiel, as a metaphor for burning rubber)
- When I walk this path, I leave flames of fire
- And I don’t conspire against the spitfires
- But against those who say they rank above us writers
- Take a step back, I’m coming to you with the Amtrak
- The bullet train staining your “Shazam” raps
- This Jay Elec meets Nas at Woodstock
- Yall Leonardo Di capping in your “good drops”
- But their like rain pellets hitting the marble floor
- I bring lightning from a hoard of biting boars
- And strike you with a galore of swords
- So when you ask who’s number one
- You shouldn’t go to numbers, even though I got some
- Go to who will remain unforgettable
- The man like me emitting these poeticals
- Then you got your king, Kalligraphy, respectable
- Yeah, I run the world
- Yall let the world run you
- Can you spell BLOOD without BLOO (blue)?
- Can you crip but bleed red too?
- Yeah, I run the world
- Yall let the world run you
- Yeah, I run the world
- Yall let the world run you
- Can you spell BLOOD without BLOO (blue)?
- Can you crip but bleed red too?
- Yeah, I run the world
- Yall let the world run you
- [Outro](this outro touches upon my growth and unmatchable poetic tendencies, touches on how I don’t just reach other people or places, but planets, and if you go against Abraham, you’ll disappear like the flesh of Lots wife)
- Match my tapestries? You crazy
- I’m enhancing frequencies, forming others eulogies
- Happens when you’re the best so fluently
- I don’t do this usually
- But I don’t have YouTube or anywhere to google me
- Yet I still reach other planets, places you can’t stand in
- Cuz I’m the man, alakazam!
- I spit abracadabra (you disappear) to non believers of Abraham
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