BUILDING BLUEPRINT
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Notebook
- Im finna share so Im writing in this notebook,
- I swear I hear the pages wylin out they so shook.
- Look, ghostt about to drop some facts.
- You live in an act, matter of fact, ill clear up this matter,
- In two minutes flat. //
- Fuck you and your dope look, fuck a facade.
- They tell you that you standing naked in the eye of some god.
- I take it as a lie, as a fraud, fuck everything you thought.
- Fuck everything that we've ever been taught, //
- History is written by the victors, so who wouldn't be bitter,
- After so many wars that these shores delivered.
- The death of brothers and sisters.
- Embodiment of sin, a sinister figure lingers, working in the shadow.
- Building bigger monuments after profits, merking every battle
- The silhouette of death approaching lurking towards the cattle.
- Just tales? But you haven't tattled? you look a bit too rattled,
- Like a rat who flew out of his castle.
- Break out of the your shackles, into the fractals.//
- This is basic, the human minds a matrix,
- In any way, shape or form that you try to face it.
- You're faced with too many questions to answer
- Dancing with tony danza, writing an infinite stanza.//
- Do you really want to know what the nsa did,
- What the nsa hid. The neva say anything clique.
- Founded for the purpose, of security on surface,
- satellites surround the earth, cover up the dirt in service,
- Of the multi headed serpent,
- Shooting propoganda currents
- Fuck you and your servants.//
- Your all seeing eye cant see into my mind,
- Right now im riding the present waves, but im ahead of my time,
- I cant tell the line between present days. So im shreddin the rhymes.
- Presently designed to reverberate chimes, in the future stayin divine.
- //
- They asking, ghostt why you bringing this up.
- Are you on shrooms, obviously i will be soon enough,
- Writin these tunes, inside of my room, notebook intune,
- Cresent blue moon, on the brink of june. calligraphic doom.//
- Sick with it, death by ink, Imma stick with it,
- Syndacite synching with the sickest lyricists who inhibit it,
- Spitting written shit, ay beyond the limited, not permitted
- By the industry but everything is permitted on the internet,
- So fuck whatever limits set, nahh im not even finished yet,
- set the limit to the outer brink, of ishtar sink,
- and scrimmage it, this ia like popeye on spinach doing minute reps
- You diminished, so step away, normal people aren't welcome today.
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