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Produced by yogic beats

Title: Babbling Brooks
Beat: Blank Space (Yogic Beats)

(Ambient music starts. Echoes faintly with reverb slowly creeping in an ethereal dream voice. Blends into demonic voice by the last 2 Brooks’s)
D- I’d trade a majority of yall for brooks…. A majority of yall for Brooks….. Yall for Brooks…. Brooks…. Brooks…..”
(alarm clock ring) 
D- (gasp awake) 
W- “What a curious way to awaken”
(picking up paper Foley)
D- What’s this
(paper shuffling)
D-”A majority of yall. We have Trump, Graham, Vance, Kelly, Elon…” (said in a slowly puzzled ton)
W: “We meet again, as predicted”
D: (startled gasp)
D: The fuck is this?
W: “Thou art where thou must be until thou goest where thou must go. What is the value of one mortal life”
D: The fuck is going on?
W: "I ask again. What is the worth of a single mortal life?" 
D: I don’t know. How about a majority of yall?
W “No” (stern inflection)
D: At least take a look
W: “No” (dismissive inflection)
D: I mean it’s right here might as well (I hand the paper to withers) 
W: “I can, but I will not”
W: (fireball sound followed by burning foley) 
D: What the fuck dude? You can’t help me with one simple thing? I’m sorry, but what the fuck are you here for?
W: “Neither thy outburst nor thy apology is relevant”
W: “Listen carefully. I have waited long to tell you these words.”
(drums kick in and start the full beat)
W: “I can only give what thou has earned. There comes a day in each mortal life where a soul has shed its final tear. Thou art now faithless, godless and doomed to wander the fugue plane for eternity. Even now thy resolve falters not. That strength of will may serve you yet. Until we meet again, I wish thy every possible fortune, health and most of all, problems worth solving.”












Not worth the paper they wrote in on.
Push a fat rat trapper, past this chapter, they wrong.
Casket that factor-y with mal-ICE laughter
Black lives matter, clips see dissimilar.

I’m not arrogant, I see the long road
They peer down malevolent through a stained glass rose.
Stagnant, don’t be melancholy, just imagine.
Fragment the aristocracy, I’m not Aladdin.
No magic, peace is made not found, we’re getting shelled.
It’s tragic, deceased fade into ground, I’ll give them hell.
They cop a bespoke quote, let out a small yelp.
I’ll stop, do a death drop, that’s not a fail.


They not like us. It’s just us, so I give them all I have.
Hague not enough, It’s injustice, I’ll rib them till they’re mad.
Cow, meat is bad. they’re even useless dead.
Promised Neverland, left grace, they were demons then.
Premium farm, excessive harm, kids with tongs
they have bombs, stay strong, we belong.


Road coattails and slipstreams to elect a feudal king,
Who burnt down farms. WHO, this is a 5 alarm Fire. See 
D Seeing, DC, capital police beaters freed.
Peaceful pros get owned, in prison you ain’t free read the 13th.
Spent 4 trill to instill fear and kick single moms off healthcare.
Work or die, die anyways, lucky to make it to 64. How’s that fair.

If only the kind weren’t ruthlessly gone,
then to remind fortuitous, bleak, scorned.
The books, my sword, the brooks, untoward.
Swim in the mess, rest in peace, toward
STEEZ. Capitalist critique pro, with the most know.
I hope I bring an ounce of peeps at home
close to his reach. The sheet burned, 
but not my belief, he earned; 
GOAT, he wrote, he spoke, he know
Michael Brooks eighty three two oh two oh.

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