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Let me spit off a piece of mind
the peace of mind assumed by many which be surmised
the feeble mind, rapid bars to be consigned
fuck being leaded, fuck a co-sign, its solo there-
i superstitious mine, i mop the floor with these rappers, super switch the grime
dislike the rule, this strike any fool, fight plenty they minuscule
Many people tryna copy me, they look alike, torpedo em, make them whirlpool
this would collide with many, because bitch niggas took a hike
fuck this nigga, then i pluralize
niggas wanna be cold, i let the frost bite
in hindsight my sight says i came from a meteoric explosion-
give me chondrite, they dirty, they off-white, im off the white, so no time for a rewrite
the post catch me on the camera cus im aboutta zoom, boom past the red light
im a new man, phyllite, im metamorphic
fuck the social standard, this new meta morphs it
these hands switch up on niggas, call me dysphoric
im good and bad, call me dimorphic
one second he alive, then he dead, he morphin'
niggas drop once, think they kendrick, feelin' euphoric
but they aint, they small, ants, they formic
they form an ant army, but im off endorphins
stomped on the bitches, but I dont endorse it
they irrelevant, they unimportant, they really dwarfing
they tweaking on my shit, they havin' a spasm, give them antispasmodic
sayin' im weak, guess your just being modest
speakin' the truth, not arguin' rhetorics
they finna get a discharge from life from this charge
dissin' enlarged, swerve the dodge, dodge the dodge charger
get put into a rope on a tree, thumbnail of the conjure
salute, but its not for honor
i transponder just to ponder-
the lineage familiar just to be proper
not to bother, but, shoot you in the foot-
no more foot locker
locked 'em up, because he a robber
chief of thiefs in disbelief believe that he carries a chopper
relief from breeze to debrief like a homeless squatter
these niggas receive money they teeth on it, no worries on it, but worries that a first responder
because he robbin' a house like a rat movin' in with a hole for a mouse
i penned house in the penthouse in a aware house which holds storage shit like a warehouse
wear a vouch you got from a stranger, thats a banger for a gang, he contagious he a cancer
he backdoors, make you spin 'round from the blick thats a dancer
now you look like a clown with a red nose, call you a prancer
prancin' around for disaster, pick up the pace, do this faster
spittin' messages and shit, but you aint live it, like a facade pastor
i play attack with a task fast past yours i ask for something in mass that bore-
back to back, as i pop a tic-tac, try to shoot, but brick fast like its piss-pass
pissed man talkin' shit flexin' his wrist get hit with the brass, he got gassed
rob a new chain and the guy says "dont get in my way" continues sayin' "this aint no game"
threatening like he questioning sayin' "dont swing this way, before I pop your brain"
then he shoot him, took him out the frame, then mumbles "he a lame" but deep down sad-
wont be the same.
regret for a great, runnin' with sweat drippin' down with a different mindset
upset that he bangs a set, grinnin' driven with dread, as his stories properly said

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kunta
Member since January 7 2024

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