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To the core of my being
Ankles sore and I'm beaten
Forsaken
Formed from the cement
Go cut me open
Stuff me with sulfur until convulsions cease
These roads know me too well
The smell of dope sold to a fein
I'm fallen to my knees
How you expect to win when you still awful to yo team?
The boiling pot been breached the top
I file it down right to a tee
Quiet it down if you wanna eat
Poisonman crawling out my phone again
Voicing in a fetish for destruction and destroying and-
He up the block
Hoped and plead he'd stop but he ignoring 'em
What's it called?
Oh no, I forgot now I'm a hoe again
Folded, bled
Gowned up in the hospice, I won't fold again
Froze instead
Gouge out mocks that's lobbed up in my broken head and lay 'em up on the table until I'm stable and watch me poke at them
Cold with lead
Maybe I'd still rock out from this broken bed
I hope that I don't choke instead
Ain't woke again

But to the core of my being
Ankles sore and I'm beaten
Caught me talking to the sun again
It's all fun and games until it ain't
One bad day
I'm only one bad day away

Living in fear, I fear to live
Step outside, be eaten alive
I quit on fear but fear persist
I see the sear that breed inside

Got me crawling out the crib again, aye
Said I'm crawling out the crib again, aye
Okay, I'm crawling out the crib again, aye aye

One bad day
I'm only one bad day away
Can't be worst comes to worst
The barrel bottom been my base
Please don't get this misconstrued
Misunderstood
Don't try disect my dialect if you got knowledge of what's good
You'd follow along, know not to look
Please don't get this misconstrued, misunderstood
This how to die in every hood

To the core of my being
Ankles sore and I'm beaten
Forsaken
Formed from the cement
Go cut me open
Stuff me with sulfur until convulsions cease
These roads know me too well
The smell of dope sold to a fein
I'm fallen to my knees
How you expect to win when you still awful to yo team?
The boiling pot been breached the top
I file it down right to a tee
Quiet it down if you tryna eat

Seen a scene of cretins
He thinking he needing all of it
Deceived by the deceived 
It's jolting the bulb, a shock of wits
One knee to the Neimen's, the other wanting to start again
Boy it ain't a thing
Imma fuckin' sing 'till I'm songless

I became a king so that I could reign for them all
Decisions well made, put in place by truly yours
They say I'm concrete
Playing parrot without a flaw
These shoes is too big
How could one man play God?

January 22, 2061

Thank U4 Ur Service

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08 Liftoff Pt2

Last Friday, I was holding yo hand
For the past five days, I've been tryna migrate over to yo land
It was a flash in the pan
A shot in the dark
My mind is a dart with bullseye to my heart
My sight was a farce
Eyes move and dart back and forth
This and that of the sort
I'm in the car
Smacking the dashboard too hard
The airbag take it's form
In the middle of court
Giving my statement of couse
How did we take it this far?
Hands on my neck like I'm Bart
They suspect something is wrong
Think I had sold 'em a song
Ain't no reason to hide them hands when you ain't throwing no rocks
They think he finally caught
Justice is something that's taught
When education is bankrupt, say something and you gon get popped
They sit me down, this shit hot
Told me to swear on my soul
Ask me for something I aint told!
That fucker lie under oath
Abandoned by the tribe of ya own
These sins ain't mine so why atone?
I shoulda known...

Last Friday I was holding yo hand
For the past nine days, I been trying
Hoping this call gon land
I caught lightning inside a bottle
Dropped it as soon as it started shocking
Open my mouth, it's as if its nobody talking
The new dude Tupac-ing, he death row walking
Stone Cold Austin with emotions of exhaustion
Yea, he colder then toboggan
With no conscience
Conscious of all this world's nonsense
Potato on the barrel, it get pasted to you when it's hot
Just make sure you ain't gon drop it
Best pray to yo doctrine when all hope is lost
Just promise to hold on and you might be given a promise

Last Friday, I was holding yo hand
Keep calling hoping the call gon land

Manslaughter

Pull It Out

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Been drinking three days in a row
I'm keep-saking all the stones that I've thrown
I don't got no spot for a home
Laid up on a cot in the road
Got caught with a pole, couple years been on parole
Maladjustment had forced me to grow up quick
Dicipline rustic
Been prone to malfunction
Whole life I've been rushed quick
I been talking to my shoulder
Brodie told me I might not be able to dust this
Be able to brush this
Fib out your mouth
We taping him up quick
Bitch fame is nothing
I want money
Power is wealth, man
I'll buy your house to knock it down
Fire on the ground 'till melted
Zinc diamonds shining like Primus in his prime belting bout friends of his
Two ton rollies, a heavy wrist
I fold a fucker flat on petty shit
Done tryna talk bout heady shit
Leave a beat with a meddy kit
Many men amending they mental by handles of heavy gin
Fetti falling from very far
Reach your arms in and grab a bit
The Grabba stiff
Smoking doja with a half a cig
A Mastiff sniff the way GETTAGRYP snatch a script
Wishing you was half as sick
A rotten apple from a fallen orchard
Rejected by all resources
Poised by poison
Try and hoist your way up off the porch
Hop off that bitch, hop off that corner
Walk your way way down the block
You get popped, don't talk like a tourist
On the floor, get mopped that's for sure
Just don't get caught without hoards of hollows & 40's if you tryna see the morning
Eating beats, I got piano teeth
Smoking on the mantel wreath
Make a fucker dance with this 50 clip, let his sandals breathe
Door slide off the van
This shit a mystery
Meddle with guns, let the metal ring
Fennel cream whip
Whipping the Niko off the Tesla bean
You mess with me?
That's like messing with a methless fein
I grab this pipe
Fucker think we gon' fight
He think he left his spleen
I do what I can to rest in piss the ones that want my neck to slit
They call me Dexter
Wrap the walls to catch the blood that fall
It's best to let it drip
I let this saw cut off artery walls
It maul and hock and spit
I walk inside of court with a quart of Mickey's
Quickly wipe my mouth
Think the judge looking at me funny
Fuck it, we can fight it out

Fuck you
Fuck Rap
Fuck Hip-Hop
Fuck lyrics
Fuck technicality
Fuck artistry
I only care bout money, drugs, and whores
I'll kill you than kill myself
I hope my peace brings you anguish
Bitch

Piano Teeth

Aqua Freestyle

* It's been awhile....
* You probably don't recognize me.
* It's me your old pal! 
* S a n s

First Sans Encounter theme made by @p-kinne

Old Pal

defernull queen by: https://x.com/Underfellx/status/1960928360533778777?s=20

thumbnail art by me  (๑ᵔ⤙ᵔ๑)

Wrath of the Midnight Queen

Original song by @benlabthesecond
https://soundcloud.com/benlabthesecond/ill-show-you-what-true-balls-is

Melancholia - Psychopathtale [Xoshtrafied]

Original Song ->
https://soundcloud.com/r-cloud-2/negasans-fight-1

Miserability [Xoshtrafied]

one day at a time

contact email - thebrightsidebusiness98@gmail.com

08 Liftoff Pt2

THE BRIGHT SIDE

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