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~a ridiculously long freewrite, pt. 1~
- //verse 1 (0:13) //
- the man that owns the bird turning extreme right, but y'all always knew that he couldn't do this free write
- the hand that loans the shirt burning a clean white, sprawling down the hall like a feud from a mean fight
- it seems tight, the hurt cursing and screaming quite loud, force it all down the throat till he chokes and dies
- few blokes as high as he was, speed up his nose and you know cause you could hear the way his speech was
- chigga smeared his whey on peach fuzz, you'd think it was an inner skittle the way it glittered
- or some crystal dinner, freaky till he put his finger on the pistol trigger
- bitter till he figured he was tipsy and then flickered to that richard who considered and then pictured
- about running to his loving fricking mother who was suffering from the struggling and
- crumbling under the pressure
- //(0:39)
- measure the weight of it to the state of cheshire (huh)
- //(0:41)
- you could never have it measured (huh)
- //(0:43)
- treasure time before it's severed
- //(0:46)
- beat a chigga flat till he cracks, splat, like floyd joy mayweather, huh
- //(0:50)
- they say there were problems cause the same gender rubbing bollocks with each other
- kiss each other, humminah humminah humminah
- summon a phenomena, summa lumma, recovery like hanukkah
- i'm throwing shots at ya, don on a yarmulke
- harken to flock to santa monica, i'm onto ya
- mockin' ya like i was flaunting it upon a gondola
- rockin' the boat, pope shoots cause this a godfatha'
- don't tell me nothing about barbara
- remind me that rapping is not a sport, it's something that you enjoy
- like snorting an old cork of void nicotine, ding, with the sword
- poisoned by zigadene, ring a ting and make it sing, bling
- bring the cricket team to the limousine full of gold
- but i'm just late and i'm thinking i take it too slow, so i just wait and see what the future hold
- and i must say that i'm drinking like a date go K O, now i'm drunk and i'm free like delusional
- man, you should know i ain't the usual a juvenile
- i'm unremovable and it's provable, my name's reusable
- i make a man crash out and pass out, my words a trillion pascals
- sound like blackout, next time i make you finna black out
- whipping my cash cows and horses, coarse floorings
- you floored in forth like a sword in your throat, endorphins
- they kick in more when you see your coat soaked and drips from your thick slits from the trip, watched by four woke men, em
- //(1:38)
- and then it begin again, porked ten soft marksmen, rock hard them
- //(1:41)
- lennon with the venom, ended 'em, left from the tenement
- obliterating chiggas who a bit afraid, they out they frickin' element
- ahead of offendin' men, fender bender for our heads, not irrelevant
- unfettered by the evident rhetoric, ten of it, no fredrick, so we gotta settle it
- brother better remember it, his temperament experimental
- hell bent on bending metals, win a battle and make it matter
- there's laughter
- //(1:54)
- just know that i'm laughing way harder though
- am i a martyr? no, but i'm soon to be, reading what the doctor wrote
- i'm not who i used to be, i supersede all these past versions
- a curse to forever blurt sheets of words till it's working
- restating and reusing, like a brown bag i keep using
- i keep playing with the music, like the vodka that i drown in
- pots of crack amounting to lots of stacks and crowns and
- //(2:07)
- pounds on pounds on pounds on pounds, astounding
- shout loud till i break the ground or glass, expounding
- on mental agility, officially incidental publicity
- killin' me softly and slowly, whistling lists of symphonies
- simply, no one combating me in rapping cause catastrophes
- will be happening sadly, battling things and it's challenging
- //(2:18)
- okay, i learned from eminem, how to rap on this track
- i take it slow, not take it fast, not like a dick up in my ass
- unlike the stick stuck in my butt, get it out, sell it for cash
- i cannot rap right off the dome, it ends up gay like marvin groan
- sigh, why do i even try, one day the gays will slang they chrome
- and tap my ass like it's they home (man, what the hell am i rapping)
- (this shit ain't tough, it ain't tough, it's gay as fuck, you hear me? gay as fuck!)
- (i don't want to hear another gay ass word come out your mouth, now get out!)
- //(2:52)
- okay, i heard you, i didn't mean to spit some things that would offend you
- or hurt you, i guess my words tend to
- my brain crankier than a man with a broken ampule
- of bromine, homie i'm seriously lethal, delirious with protein
- i'm so mean, holding most of my steam, i dream to flow, go see me blow
- past y'all, i'm faster and full of laughter, the dean's screaming at my feet
- at my seat, i'm elite, so hov' would choke when he see me
- i'm a ghost in your screens, holding your jeans by your teeth, freak ish ly scary
- bloody mary coming for me, oh gee!
- oh geez louise, please, this ain't as nasty as king's disease, the dean's deceased
- lucy feasts on fiends whose faith recedes, raps in sixteenths and doesn't go meet a priest
- them hoes concede, plead to be freed from chains while still rolling up weed
- god's seed he planted was bleeding, if you reading or hearing what i'm speaking
- i'm spitting facts, words telecopied across the earth's map (huh! that's what he died on!)
- (let me chill a bit, okay?)
- //(3:25)
- i'm biting like a vicious animal (huh) i look incredible
- i feel like i need some medicine cause i look unethical
- feelin' like a worse version of the incredibles
- credible, though i have a couple issues that could turn medical
- "send 'em all down to hell "you think that's what god says?
- don't blaspheme against my king, not even what the psalms said
- if the 'them' refers to non believers, then sure, it mentioned that
- but if it refers to the whole world, that ain't the truth, that's spitting cap
- mat thew chapter seven, verse eleven and twenty one to twenty three
- heaven not meant for you to toil, God said "just leave all that to Me"
- if you believe that he your g, by that he'll say "son, come to Me
- I'm proud of you for what you've done, daughter, thanks you ain't become no slut
- I know these people done you wrong, I'll make sure I'll give them uppercut
- jab, jab, left, right, you know how Christ do it, right?
- after all is done and said, I drop them in the bottom pool of red
- no, they ain't dead, they just sweating and shedding, screaming and dreading
- they own existence, asking 'why did i do this? '
- they don't wanna accept Me? okay, I give them plenty space
- to pace round without me "or rather float, i don't know
- i ain't God, i'm just some asian dude using the spirit to write as both
- me and Him, we don't fit in this world, us christians cold
- like ice cold, He told us to act so otherworldly, they thinking "hold
- wait a minute, what the fuck? nah, nah, this shit don't feel right
- the way they act fucking polite, am i living a dystopian life?
- where's all the bloodshed that we usually commit?
- well, i conclude they're retards cause they can't do shitty shit "
- //(4:53)
- isn't it blasphemous? how they act, trying to laugh at us
- how they try to isolate us, yet it don't violate geneva
- my words is like katrina blowing through wind, water and smoke
- i keep this up (yeah) i might just be the first rapping pope
- packing dope, throw it off the boat like i'm george, it don't float
- it got sucked up into a waterspout like it's a hose
- rip off the ship's window like she's katrina's grandma
- if the british was the world, He tucking them into pajamas
- //interlude (5:23) //
- (wait, but i thought the ark had no windows?)
- (no, it did, like one at the roof)
- (that doesn't really count as a window, does it?)
- (no, it does)
- (how so?)
- (well...)
- //part 2: https://www.rappad.co/rap/1429356
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