Dark with the sparks scattered up above hands in the upper glove, touch Like bad double And two ain't enough, d.r.u.g.s "Don't ruin us, God said", Too much pride we slide, we should be closer Like soda, nothin' but a chola I see the sun the clouds then the vultures Pay respects in my sculpture High as the angel on the Dikembe's Eyes looking MKUltra We deck the vision through these dark Bad through the screens of an arcade Hangin' on the joy like the of heartbreak full of art, arteries full of parquet 'Bedient like new games, easily Or two gangs meeting for the Or two feet on a Riesling, wind Meditate to the slow me with shine till I go blind BDSM it with no bind Safe word is don't stop, or don't go no times
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Coolest, tulips, flowers, from the towers Like galls Galileo to lay low Ignorance that the isn't ours, the God Give all showers Toni found the of youth, in the mountain of power To only find in the fountain, drowning in power Surrounded with The surrounds us like spoons moving chowder Cut, that's a mis-direct to stir the soul with Names don't last Mr. X Unless you Galilee dropping bowling balls on the With a ball hanging 'round your neck Dance, a new year Every time I open my Thoughts moving and the thoughts universal Yokozuna's throw salt in a circle Sumo you up off off your boy Tsunami you up off surfboard [?] in the go 'Fore Versace turned into turquoise Medusa coke into stone a hand on her thigh, she looked me in the eye and said Proceed to the next
so far, seems so much I settle for good enough So I'll sweat and I'll climb I reach my prime The rise and fall again it up, will I reach the end In my eyes, there's a fire and it me high
Uh Soulo! Shoot for the moon, even if you miss you'll be among the (space) Backstroke in my pool of thought but don't the sharks (wavy) Ab-solar system intergalactic Lupe say I'ma stoner, I say that I'm bolder Trapped in a game where the trap is the Scope this horror, aquarius's make it rain No love for your honor, God can judge us If Islamic, Allah, I've had enough to my collar With these niggas castin' stones like Mancala Proceed to the next level, dig with a platinum shovel Black magic, matter of fact, if is fact A matter factory is in the making Uh, erase your We against time, no time to set a date and youth induced Too for school, unloose the noose and
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Next level, next I'm for it I've been all my life Tron, We're up, we're going up Next level, next