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I can't count on the fact that some ,
..of you actors have to come...
Come'a-come-a....come-a...come-a' chameleon come-eel-leon ..." look ma"..ive become-a ,
Come-a...become a comedian ,
Jokin' about how they'll never come...
Forward intentionally,
Since the events I see ,
Will eventually,
Break through the resistance thats been cemented into the mental bricks,
That prevent the kids ,
From being convinced that we do not consent to this,
Endless chip- ping...
Away at out instinct,
Making the opposite of what is true the foundation of men's dreams
But I been keen,
And on a win streak,
Bout to smack this one out the park for the win...team...
Go to bat for peace ,
Actually...
Wagin' war for the poor ,
Causin' have-ick for the non combative ,
Fighting demons with the light im beamin',
Being polite & descent ,
In spite of recent...
Events that took place organically,
Or more than candidly ,
Them happen to be planned demandingly,
And if we,
Dont understand the strings..
On our back that' re being pulled,
Then how do we know who's pullin' em..
Cuz they fully snuck,
Inside of us while we were asleep,
All these sheeples that peep,
All these bo peeps that speakin' Chinese,
Or hebrew, the timing is see through,
The lining we eat through,
The diamonds we need to,
Make computers for the re-boot
Im hopin' the blessed,
Will remain safe...
When its my time to leave this deranged place...
Ie he opens heavens main gate...
My pane takes,
On so many different faces...
So many types of names
So any type of games...
Is welcomed but forbidden intermittently...
Allegedly,
Presumably,
Usually at least one or two I be,
Loosing my noodles and screws as I speak
.....
May the words ive chosen...
Reverb to the nerds im hopin'...
Get to grow old in,
This slowly broken smoldering culdron of folks that're open,
To the truth but not..not very often,.alot of em' scoffin'...
Alot of em' mockin'...
Cuz i state the obvious that these frog men could not in...
A million years reach speeds of mock ten...
Thats hog wash...and if you believe all that odd talk ,
then you can lick my dogs crotch....
chalk it up as a loss,
Off the top...
On the bottom....
In the middle ...
When I scribble
These riddles that fiddle ,
With the instramentals
Details
GeneratedAug 15, 2025
Duration2:34
LanguageEnglish
Style
Westcoast gangsta rap, spooky sci-fi movie vibe, RnB auto tuned male vocal riffs ,electric guitar, hypnotic serenading
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Prompt by
FlatNasty
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