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Crushed Grapes
- Sippin’ crushed grapes, penning on pressed trees
- Killing the lust for papes, betting on fresh dreams
- Rust flakes spilling from getting fresh streams
- Cut lakes in half with my depth that speaks
- Collect the flesh I need, the death I seek
- I’ll make your grave full of my carbon ashes
- Where I’ll commit arson on your song and spit charged up matter
- Submit to me, your chatters are below the stepping ladder
- The batters you pinching ain’t for this typa ink splatter
- We grin with iller laughter, sleeping in Villas, reading chapters
- 7 heads and a beast and the rapture, ready for us to be captured
- Plastered in the streets hung on beats and other platters
- Brothers laugh without understanding certain truth of the matter
- Understand my truth or you’ll be a stature
- Yeah
- You not tough for claiming you sprayed lethal rounds
- When you lying cuz you were only bathing in reefer clouds
- I’m just tryna ease em down, Kalligraphy on a run that’ll have Usain seethe around
- These little giants tryna make the sky rain ether pounds
- To try to disintegrate me cuz they can’t bare to keep me bound
- But I live on through the CDs and upper echelons
- You see thee who speaks, ye cannot rub upon
- This typa needle and wax that’ll send em way back
- The Beatles are whack, Isley Brothers on my tracks
- Couldn’t stand another 9 revolutions coming from the wackest
- So I took away all of that by using my brain and synapses
- Lyrical exhibitions leaving miracles to be superstitions
- Only one on the spherical spitting this much wisdom
- The one who’s spitting a little too much wisdom
- What do you live for? He replied “Bobcaygeon
- Helps me get out of this world I’m so caged in”
- A junkie becomes stressed when he lost his weed
- His knowledge weeps as his wisdom leaks
- Through the seams of his cut arms that bleed
- Hindsight 20/20 you can see Kalligraphy universally
- Spitting verbal palaces with maximum poetry
- Tax the um…let the umbilical cord be pulled
- The youth need the truths, adrenaline dulled
- You can’t last if your mind is under a water fall
- Unless your Left Eye than don’t let your daughter bawl
- Was here since the Creation of the Genesis
- The Genesis created Nas and then his nemesis
- Smoke of the crack rock, who’s really heaven sent
- Who’s really singing like a choir, bringing that Joan of Arc fire
- My architecture remains live and soon it’ll be fired
- If you think I’m a nerd, you better think twice
- To make sure you drink to that, gin with the ice
- Adoration of the magi lookin at me to do right
- With the Caleuche wanting my life, time to write
- That’s all my history right there, no pipes
- No ice to smoke on, no eyes to somber or choke on
- Just me, naturally, no pesticides, just solely me
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