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Your Walking into Foreign land (Corrupt Disstracks)

  1. Attack one of my friends you awake me corrupt
  2.  
  3. [Verse 1]
  4. I could be a star with telescopic bars
  5. I got whispers in my pockets, stars and telescopes
  6. I got heat on Hip hop back, and heat means law patrol
  7. You be the first one planted in the compost
  8. You fertilizer for your lane, the sow sowed
  9. Even though you a idiot, idiot, the sows know
  10. You just sow low, cause you got no soul
  11. Sows know slow roasts, and you the slow roast
  12. You couldn't be a shooter in a school of thought
  13. Or even fishin' in a barrel with the scope locked
  14. You couldn't be a judge if you stood there with a gavel
  15. You couldn't even judge if you tangled up in scrabble
  16. You ain't on a path, you ain't on a trek
  17. You ain't got a map, not a single line to check
  18. You ain't got a dad, so your route been unchecked
  19. You ain't got a bat, so your bag stayed wrecked
  20. You don’t got a soul, you don’t even got a goal
  21. Not to fade in thirty years, like thirty years when you old
  22. When you older than a day, like tomorrow turned today
  23. Then thirty's come and gone, now you thirty in delay
  24. But the past feel like today, so you lookin’ at the clock
  25. Lookin’ at the day, lookin’ at the months
  26. Lookin’ at the years, and the years just gone
  27. And everything still the same
  28.  
  29. [Chorus]
  30. Lame
  31. The voice in your brain just became your voice
  32. Same as your choice in shame, and you lost your name
  33. In the game, and you lost your aim, became another
  34. Lame
  35.  
  36. you lost your aim, became another
  37. Lame
  38. you lost your aim, became another
  39. Lame
  40. you lost your aim, became another
  41. Lame
  42. you lost your aim, became another
  43. Lame
  44.  
  45. The voice in your brain just became your voice
  46. Same as your choice in shame, and you lost your name
  47. The voice in your brain just became your voice
  48. Same as your choice in shame, and you lost your name
  49.  
  50. [Verse 2]
  51. You parched and tasteless
  52. All your words are dark and baseless
  53. Like the oldest artist's basements
  54. Where the canvas parchment wasted
  55. You just harvest market statements
  56. Without the smallest shard of patience
  57. So your partner’s thoughts are vacant
  58. And her garments’ tarnished fragrance
  59. Got her dartin' from your pavements
  60. For a smarter start in spaces
  61. Where your heart's regarded flagrant
  62. While you starve the hearts adjacent
  63. All your bars are marginally abrasive
  64. Make me gargle marble's pavement
  65. You start a garbled statement
  66. About your armor and your cadence
  67. But in truth you just a target made of paper
  68. Carved and painted
  69. And it would take me half an hour to replace it
  70. By the power of imagination
  71. But the plan collapses
  72. And now you exiled to live in tents and barracks
  73. That’s your karma and it’s waitin’
  74. You trying bargain with the ancients
  75. In the marketplace of spirits
  76. While they argue over the adversary
  77. Your sparks are low on inspiration
  78. And you can’t escape your basement
  79. With your father’s overstatements
  80. Of your past in arbitration
  81. This is not a soul of greatness
  82. Only the Optimistic
  83. Could call it artistic
  84. Where only the artists listen
  85. And you the hardest listen
  86. Like “Aw, listen…”
  87. From the inception of you tryna step
  88. To the direction of my shoe
  89. When I drop it like inception
  90. My steppin’ left a true impression
  91. But you couldn’t find a new direction
  92. If I tattooed a map of New Directions
  93. Who you impressin’?
  94. Tryna say you even left a shoe impression
  95. When you steppin’?
  96. It’s funny you say that
  97. That’s a pun and a fake fact
  98. Because in the matrix of my tongue, you a grey speck
  99. And you prayin’ I may lack
  100. But you hate that I slay facts
  101. You wish you had my Conviction
  102. In my mind you don’t exist in
  103. Your mythology is fiction
  104. You’re an anomaly, a glitch in
  105. The technology of spittin’
  106. I’m the law and the Transmission
  107. Of the audibly descriptive
  108. I embody my predictions
  109. That I’m non faulty in existence

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