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Drunk In Love (The Weeknd Remix)

S-s-season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
   Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
   With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run; uh
To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees,
   And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
      To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
   With a sweet kernel; to set budding more, yeah
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
      For summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells.
      For summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells.

Listen, Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?
   Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find
Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,
   Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;
Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, shhh
   Drows'd with the fume of poppies, while thy hook
      Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers:
And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep
   Steady thy laden head across a brook;
   Or by a cyder-press, with patient look,
      Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours.
hours by hours.
hours by hours.

Where are the songs of spring? Ay, Where are they?
   Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,—
While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,
   And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;
Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn
   Among the river sallows, borne aloft
      Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;
And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;
   Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft
   The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft;
      And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
      And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
      And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
      And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.

John Keats's poem "Ode to Autumn

S-s-season of mists and mellow fruitfulness

Heart Check

you claim ghostwriter bro you cant ghost write your grammar lookin like it lost a ghost fight
every sentence a massacre commas collapse while your clauses ignite
you flex production but cant post no sight metadata laughs at your hype
i drop receipts contracts and files you drop excuses that bite

your verbs are extinct adjectives dead nouns misplaced
every line a crime scene every post a disgrace
i architect syllables build cathedrals from words
you stack letters like blocks but the meaning absurd

splitt from splitt records  i split jaws in sections multi syllable weapons dissectin your deceptions
you produced for d.s nah thats misdirection your resume a typo full of failed corrections
i engineer hits while you engineer lies your mixer a toy your studio is dry
every beat you claim is a fraud every kick you punch just a sigh

i fold rhyme schemes like origami my verses a maze
you stumble through bars in a grammatical daze
your crew a collection of clowns i spit missiles in waves
every line that i drop makes your mouth misbehave

im a composer with proof metadata in my file
you a poser with spoof every bar irrelevant and vile
talkin different breed but you barkin so mild
im a wolf in the cipher you a poodle gone wild

i twist syntax like pretzels bend flows like rivers
your lines drip like leaking faucets weak words that shiver
every internal rhyme calibrated precise
while you mumble in chaos cant even stack one slice

your spelling off beat your bars aint aligned
you ghostwrite for who bro you ghostwrite for time
every sentence you draft needs a spellcheck sign
you couldnt ghost my shadows if you plagiarized mine

i layer multi schemes like a cake with seven tiers
you spit crumbs on the floor while im shifting the gears
i bend words into weapons i turn syllables to steel
you drop flat pancakes while i break the seal

im packed with the patterns infinite layers of schemes
you stuck with the basics kiddin yourself in your dreams
splity splits syllables sharper than guillotines
your lines flatlined im revivin with machines

i calculate every cadence your flows cant compute
you throw words in the air i assemble them absolute
every metaphor a dagger every punchline precise
while you misfire and whimper like a dice without spice

so remember the brand yeah the motto legit
we dont follow we splitt and spit every hit
your jaw get split like the name on the fit
splitt records on wax and you aint cut for this shit

i engineer cyclones while you puddle in puddles
every multisyllable flip i spit bursts and huddles
your spelling a circus your grammar a mess
i leave the booth smoking while you regress

Flip Reverse (ORIGINAL EDIT)

Blazin' Squad

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