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These are serious lyrics ,

Written from experience , here it ..

Goes, from the soul of my spirit,

Fingers to my toes as I stear it ,

From the gear shift ,

To the exhaust pipe out the rear vent ,

The Mear ment...shin of the attention that im itchin' to get ,

Isn't my intention,

Cuz' my inventions are stick ,

Stickin' to the script ,

Women gettin' the shit ,

End of the flipped,

Side of the tricks ,

Slide into the mix ,

High off of the hits ,

Leavin' em dry in the lips ,

Cryin' like kids ,

Im serious,

Have any of you lyricists ever experienced the fearlessness of not bein' in fear of spirits,

That like to linger when they hear shit,

That appears quick when starin' in mirrors

& long for a beer sip,

This history we've been given.

Possibly Written by a hostage of wisdom ,

Which, if even off by a fiction ,

Of a fraction , of a mathematic subtraction ,

After hours of classes ,

That un-empower the masses ,

Like the towers of babble ,

How are the animals cuz them mammals are shackled ,

Leading 2 hackers ,

Eating Animal crackers ,

Needing the answers ,

So 2 speak of the past words ,

That're leaking from banned church Cathedrals

That stand as free energy accumulators...

Stayin' way way way from them haters...

& sayin' see ya later alligator, 2 them nay-sayers,

N-n-nay sayers

Im serious,

Have any of you lyricists ever experienced the fearlessness of not bein' in fear of spirits,

That like to linger when they hear shit,

That appears quick when starin' in mirrors

& long for a beer sip,

Like all them years that ,

Passed since that Lazz-er-riss passage was captured on a canon camera,

Fallin' from heaven is that mammin,

Got dammit, i'm famished,

Ive gotten over the tragic,

Events from my past quick,

That grab at my gadgets like magnets,

Its passion that shouldn't be rationed & strapped in & latched when,

Them basterds happen to apprehend em' & capture him,

She better not stab him, in the back again,

Like some magic ,she laughably acts like she's practicin'

Abra- cadabra- I'll actually stab ya,

Im mad bruhhh..

So have a ,

8 mile radius away from me or greater,

You haters wana have me catch a fade but stay skirred,

Cuz I'll put that blade first,

Into your waist ,worse & ask questions later in the day, jerks

These are serious lyrics ,

Written from experience , here it ..

Goes, from the soul of my spirit,

Fingers to my toes as I stear it ,

From the gear shift ,

To the exhaust pipe out the rear vent ,

The Mear ment...shin of the attention that im itchin' to get ,

Isn't my intention,

Cuz' my inventions are stick ,

Stickin' to the script ,

Women gettin' the shit ,

End of the flipped,

Side of the tricks ,

Slide into the mix ,

High off of the hits ,

Leavin' em dry in the lips ,

Cryin' like kids ,

Tryin' to pitch ,

Which ironically is reliant on sticks ,

Not hitting the rim when tryin' to swish ,

Being captured for eternity in a photo I clicked ,

Almost I slipped ,

Into a coma ,like since ,

Of my solar corona's light squints ,