Night work
Another one from Mama Electronica
Peace and blessings!
Yeah
Existential crisis
Hip-hop treat him like a Christian at ISIS
Eat his freeze pops with an icepick
The word of the day is birds of prey, Harley bars
Sturgis, in a flight
With his devices, still getting service
You might find shanks in my cell searches
CCmpelled in the midst of this sickness, give birth to verses
It hurts like a sea urchin, surface if you assertive
I want a whale-tail Porsche with a burden of worthless purpose
To bathe in the glow of the power of urban purchase
Special like 38, maxwell burger plate
Westside percolate, more Chicago than the murder rate
Worth it like a broken weight, ergonomic Urkel
Teach you how to purposely organize and sort all of your work in space
Face #ss, don’t know how to make jazz
There’s a picture floating around of me and Elon in a spacecraft
That’s irrelevant but it’s true, like a felon up in pelican settling in the SHU
Air maximum, stand up in the chair, put my knife up in the vent just to rap to them. Spirit animal buffalo. Lyric level baffling
Could’ve got murdered on madison, it occurred to me
That’s why I moved out of the way like casting
On the back of my crafty little babbling
Now I wanna drive a 911 like its an emergency
Turbo whining like burgundy, exhaust spitting like Curren$y
Seat back like a root canal, direct from Germany
Start a little war, and then a little insurgency
Yeah!
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