Lethargy party

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Get over here I'm scorpion
commercial rappers Mercin them
Im a savage bastard flourishing
Devour beats for nourishment
Pop up like a circus tent
Crooked smile your smirk is bent
Fuck wit me its irrelevant
You can't win give it up for lent
Im underground where the devil went
Anger is in my origins
Cradle to the grave a Slave to sin
I guess.. If you believe in it
You make a good living deceiving
I got a rich soul from breathing gifts
I go with the flow
Teach what I know
Come original from soul to spit
Timeline bring that focus in
Magic hocus pocus trip
True artists aint noticing
Pop culture and all that shit
Get my piece then I g go with it
every flow is artisan
three decades of time around and I guess I'm past the hardest bit
Do I drop an album and market It?
Get online and start some shit
Call yall out in battle vids
Feed my ego with some youtube hits
Who would I even bother with
you're all garbage and preposterous
Youre finished heres the phospherous
What a farce this art had been a part of the march to the apocalypse
A slave to worshipped parchment
Im calm cool collected Your soul is always starving
Your style ain't fresh it's rotting slowly in the fridge
My style so harsh it made a dab rig cringe
Music is my drug , microphone syringe
Track marks in my syllabus until the world ends....

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Solace_Holloway
Member since July 11 2017

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