My Tree

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No one I think is in my tree
And I know hanging isn’t free
But when the bank robber
Gets off with a clean break
I know the ground beneath him weeps.
The bad moon rises and the fortunate sons
dies and the fool on the hill has become a cross eye.
He lost his mind
On the 9th when he loaded a 9
and went 9/11 batshit insane
spraying bullets like pebbles
Ratchet, ordained in the sainthood
But straight hood, don’t play fool
I’m ace hoods King, lace the wings
Get Rick Ross to make them then
Erase all bikinis, and I flew your panties
To Tahiti, and your as hairy as Rafiki,
The lion king? Your the king of lying
You’d look cooler if ya did half the trying
Be natural and comfortable
and don’t wear your turban fool
Just be that urban goof
That J Weav Puke
Making loot
Off a 40 year old IP
I’m high G
I’m high G
I’m high G
As the universe expands
I make music with my band
With words of warmth
And flow and torque
And all the stars above and north
Lighting up the night in short
Bursts of nerves and loves and snorts
Of laughter as my jokes outpour
Into the hereafter after the tour
As I drink beer after and happen to pour
The perfect pour the perfect pitch
As I grab the mic like a damn bitch
And I wonder if dogs bark in English
Or if my snark distinguishes
Itself relinquishes
Its health
Distinctiveness
Is dealt in decks
You never felt.
 
I wanna be a spaceman
But I guess I’m just a lump
Stuck on a cosmic bump
Lucky lost and crunk
 
Part 1: the Gypsy
Staring at the ceiling
The ambien rap
Pawn my kidneys
Bonkers
Jipped by the Gypsy
Who is the ninja
The Gypsy funk
The Corn Cob
Tight
The forest mafia
Top dog
 
Part 2:The ninja
GOD
On them lines.
<steals a car>
Rash decisions
<hears cop sirens>
The heat
<crashes car>
The afterworld
<6 months later>
Staring at the ceiling
The ambien rap
Pawn my kidneys
Bonkers
Jipped by the Gypsy
Who is the ninja
The Gypsy funk
The Corn Cob
The mafia hates you
Tight
 
Can’t sleep again
Pussy on my mind
Little one
Gone off the rock
Demons
Just A Lie
—-Flatline——
Ghost
 
God
 
Fight to kill
 
I always wanted to make a mark
A difference
An inference
Of deliverance
Of ideals that are
Simply Witherin’
Rotisserie chicken
GOAT the Gypsy
In prison
With prisms
Just listen
 
Curb the world
 
 
It all starts with a droplet
In a cave under the sea
Anything
When your down
 
 
Life is just a chance
And I’m a victim
Of circumstance
Who is choking
on the chance
To move like lasagna
To tomorrows piñata
Do blow off a hooker
In red Dolce and Gabana
Oh Mamma Oh Mia
Anamanapia
Pneumonia
 
 
MemooMy biggest test will be my ability to control a crowd .
 
This beats 200 places at once
Like your brain once a blow it
Make it rain then I bow it
Bring the pain then I grow it
 
I can dream harder
than you can hate
Here to game resuscitate
You cannot intimidate
BAR you cannot duplicate
Or enter under 21
We entered under 21
And came out with
21 chambers of shit
 
I am the ninja
Fire like Godzilla
Hire a lizard
 
Too woke to blink
This dopes in
Are you coming to my party or am I going to yours
And I’m only burning sage because it opens pores
 
 
I’m a minimalist
A cinnamon twist
Of fine wine
Step on a Phil
And arrive at a mine
Staccato thrills
Vibrato Time
In Novajo minds
 
 
 
Rabid and hangry
Man am oi angry
 
I drink to feel less
I’m sure I am thee best
But lil Wayne
Is inside the energizer bunny
And this isn’t even funny
Met a heab
In Kiev
So watch it
I’m Thee
Top spotter
Lots better
Than anything
Chinese
Or imported
 
 
I’m into
Gunplay
And unsafe
Runways
I also saw
The Kobe pics
The LAPD took
At the scene and like shit
Looked like shit and sobered me
Now I want to eat a yogurt and pee
And do all the lovely things that doing makes me
I amaze me in my maze it’s amazing and tasty and topsy turvy got it early the lobotomy surely you’ve heard of it? Digital coffins and do fish caugh fins ?and am I awesim
 
 
 
arcadia macadamia barry bunny

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