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my loyalty lies, as most have decided,
maybe a bit cast and inordinate.
but i feel my chest expand with each breath.
maybe this smoke, gives it its season.
the excellent lime, inside these brown eyes;
dialates for change,
i've dwindled my path.
a perfectionates patch,
full of faces and laughs.
even water means less each day.
simply precise.
its the sound waves.
im going to post some rhymes so you see where my minds been:
'Let me throw in my two cents.
We're from the thirteenth state
taking out fake emcees,
ain't concerned with making cake.
Running through beats,
thoughts,
sixty-second-schemes.
Spitting images from dreams on each take.
Smoking all these folks with bad jokes I'm so past.
I guess its cause I'm hauling ass.
[I've]got the devil calling back,
asking me for torture tactics.
I'm "Dirty Bastard" raw.
If it was me on the cross...
...I wouldn't have the preachers skeetin' in the cloth.
There's no 'lord',
its the human brain searching for a cause.
There's no reason to live.
[That's] why I stand on two feet,
the schemin'est kid.
"Believe in it?"
"Yup!"
I stay steaming the dutch,
keep my eyes bleeding for months.
I'm seeing double.
Drinking 40's on the bubble,
on the sweep,
on the cuff.
So what's up?
Horror House mother fucker.'
maybe a bit cast and inordinate.
but i feel my chest expand with each breath.
maybe this smoke, gives it its season.
the excellent lime, inside these brown eyes;
dialates for change,
i've dwindled my path.
a perfectionates patch,
full of faces and laughs.
even water means less each day.
simply precise.
its the sound waves.
im going to post some rhymes so you see where my minds been:
'Let me throw in my two cents.
We're from the thirteenth state
taking out fake emcees,
ain't concerned with making cake.
Running through beats,
thoughts,
sixty-second-schemes.
Spitting images from dreams on each take.
Smoking all these folks with bad jokes I'm so past.
I guess its cause I'm hauling ass.
[I've]got the devil calling back,
asking me for torture tactics.
I'm "Dirty Bastard" raw.
If it was me on the cross...
...I wouldn't have the preachers skeetin' in the cloth.
There's no 'lord',
its the human brain searching for a cause.
There's no reason to live.
[That's] why I stand on two feet,
the schemin'est kid.
"Believe in it?"
"Yup!"
I stay steaming the dutch,
keep my eyes bleeding for months.
I'm seeing double.
Drinking 40's on the bubble,
on the sweep,
on the cuff.
So what's up?
Horror House mother fucker.'