Abiogenesis

Poco Mas

LYRICS
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There's no mind in this man
Touch me? You gotta be damned
I'm fucking round, ain't no plan
I'm fucking round with my fans
Inside the Walmart I'm banned
For all the pockets I ran
We bombing shit like Japan
We whipping rusty sedans
I should my name to Christopher
I'm taking ya land
You'd need a god damn fortress to reach where I stand
So go head, get in the van
We chopping you like Iran
I hang that nigga by the rope like I'm the Klu Klux Klan

See I'm the Sleepy Hollow
Hand that rose like Benny Blanco
I was raised by the Gods
Shoulda called myself Apollo
Follow that bitch nigga home
Then we make more noise then Chicago
He begging and he still severed
But we filled him with them hollows
His mother feeing and pleading
Like her addiction we won't stop though
Do her like Iraq and then we put her six below
You don't believe in God, well I'm here, hello
I'll put my twenty down 
And then take out the blade and make it slow

I don't understand why everybody wants to talk to me
I'm, not the special and there's nothing really found about me
I, think I should be better off in the grave
But I already warned y'all at the start of this song
Today is not the day
I will skin you niggas alive and put you six feet down
Just like that bitch I mentioned in the other verse
Goodbye, I hope she weighs another pound
Fat fucking bitch
And matter fact lemme hand it off to my lil niggas
Fuck this shit

We in the sleepy hollow
Creeping up, pronto
They ain't know the room was there
We went dark like Bravo
Five shots, hollows
He got hit ain't fall doe
Make sure he can't tell a witness
Hit em with like five more
I am more then mean, pussy
I am fucking arrogant
Keep looking at me 
Cause I see the way you fucking stare again
Cut your brother up
Now that man's ain't breathing air again
Deep up in my eyes
You see the flames fucking raise again

See I'm the Sleepy Hollow
Hand that rose like Benny Blanco
I was raised by the Gods
Shoulda called myself Apollo
Follow that bitch nigga home
Then we make more noise then Chicago
He begging and he still severed
But we filled him with them hollows
His mother feeing and pleading
Like her addiction we won't stop though
Do her like Iraq and then we put her six below
You don't believe in God, well I'm here, hello
I'll put my twenty down 
And then take out the blade and make it slow

sleepy hollow (feat. THE K1LL3R)

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Presence is basically a conversation with myself. It adds to the theme of me telling  bits and parts of my past and my story while also creating a conversation from my inner self to my outer self. This song also speaks on the topic of spirituality and my perspective on Heaven & hell and just life in general. I wrote this song while in a really bad place and was undervaluing my own talent and purposed what came out of it was utter beauty... Probably my most important project Ive ever worked on or put my time into so I hope you really enjoy this single from the homie @sidmalice and myself.

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