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Everyone’s in Calamity
- There is no road to redemption, it is just code for questions, my ultimatum combustin’ into a fatal exception
- Pre natal rage, lettin’ it out on the stage, spittin’ on my reflection, caged into my dimension
- I can feel the tension around the room, don’t assume perfection, I’ll need some sessions of trained rejuvenation
- Strained determination, I feel only perseverance, keep a distance, decisions made to purge my vexation
- I relieve my monkey brained discrimination, monkey trained to receive the source of my frustration
- Our haters endorse suffocation of different ideals, differentiation needed to tell the difference of what’s real
- Shuts the door of what’s unreal, or what’s our temptation, thin ice we slice through, twice we grew ethereal
- The sequel will be a full blown dissertation, spoonful of inspiration, grown dull from implications of incarceration
- Don’t ever think you didn’t get enough
- When push comes to shove, just call their bluff and let me
- Analyze and ambush the way they see through me
- Everyone is family, woahhhhhhh
- [yeah]
- All motherfuckers always gotta stand out
- Like when they run their mouth, expand legiance from the crowd
- Smart brothers raise the white flag and then they head south
- Smack dab in our calamity, yaaauhhhhhh
- They say it metaphorically like I don’t know their story, they put it all too bluntly for tomorrow’s philosophy
- I discredit society’s views on morality, news they ignore and refuse to find reason to tread lightly
- Seasons make us champions of totality, no grievance or treason, eat the lead of empathy
- I guarantee the stakes of psychopathy are worthless, and thus better to move out then embrace atrophy
- I praise entropy, and I oversee it with grace, to undersee it is to assume unfounded predictability
- You should have this ability, I could pick and prod mindlessly, it’s ugly and at best it give me anxiety
- I’m not at rest, I passed the test of humanity, I detest how lazily we overcome God’s tragedy
- The odds of a chance like this are at a level of impossibility none could dance around in bounds of treachery
- Don’t ever think you didn’t get enough
- When push comes to shove, just call their bluff and let me
- Analyze and ambush the way they see through me
- Everyone is family, woahhhhhhh
- [yeah]
- All motherfuckers always gotta stand out
- Like when they run their mouth, expand legiance from the crowd
- Smart brothers raise the white flag and then they head south
- Smack dab in our calamity, yaaauhhhhhh
- //…
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