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R U Mine?

Zoo Keeper

there is a bare, desolate place 
where the sun dried grass bursts into smoke and flame
and there’s no water to parch unending thirst
i guess it’s something like a biblical curse
a plauge cast from ignorance and hate
and babe, it reflects the state 
of my mind —
i’ve
 been tryin to stay awake, alert and alive
in the constant flux of space and time
but i’ve been losing more than i win
been blown up in the hanger before i even begin

there’s a current, i’ve been swept away
there’s a pull, and i can’t say that i’ve been able
to stay
and my soul is a fleeting gasp of air
and my body is failing, loosing hair
losing sleep, losing reasons to keep
floating above water, struggle gainst the current
drowin in liqour, words keep slurring
drowin in self loathing, bad thoughts reoccurring
sucidal ideation, my moms is worrin

i feel close to an edge 
peerin into 
depths below
feel close to what it means to become unknown and unknow-
the human construct, the human consciousness
what makes me will fade someday into nothingness
do you hear the sirens? do you hear the drunks?
do you feel the lust? do you feel the love?
do you hear the sirens? do you hear the drunks?
do you feel the lust? do you feel the love?
do you?
Do you?
Do you?


DO YOU UNDERSTAND?? DO YOU? (Beat by WῌỊ₮Є ƁỊ₮Ͼῌ VỊØⱢ∆₮ØЯ)

Trevor Jackson jumps on O.T. Genasis "Coco" track -R&B Freestyle. 

CoCo - R&B Freestyle

the song you heard in that samsung phone video

﻿astroshaman - ｂａｃｋ    ｆｒｏｍ    ｓｐａｃｅ

Instrumental by monster Island Czars
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She’s actin up, 
actin dumb blood dripping down a hitchhiker thumb 
Beckoning with a reckoning like let’s go bitch just come
follow the hollow spheres of remedies like ripped open redwood trees
thousands of the stallions come out of woodwork to tell you these
truths, she’s overused no bass for the way the day string out blings out in a haze to night and leads over mountains to fight the hype
Spit it like a limrick or a bunch of other moreshit
write in like an essay get your senator to endorse it
Coarse I got bit but I’m going home with more of it the I could've ever morphed it
Iron fucking horse it ride into the sunset with apocalyptic visions 
derisions 
unholy like locust plauges and blood stained legs of burned limbs
Of course a god would sing hymns but hum along so he knows that she ain’t greater than him

Met a guy looking for substance rubbed it locked it and parked it on a rubber souled carpet
Held her soul like a locket CEO asked to see the papers but he’s like ‘sir I bombed it’
Like Bagdad while some turban bagged a dad and told him not to move with a decapitated record groove smooth 
like home blown and grown terrorism
mindset of a nation said that the terror lies within him
murder some kid cus he looks a little funny 
honey that’s america stare at ya till they take your fucking money
Some days he says he’s a bit funny eat some 
candy get a heart attack at 43 like wow that was handy 
blandly say shit to Belushi loose a buligua hookah 
to hooker with smoked tires and riced fires 
absorbing all the gas capped liars
with shit that some Greek would play to the day like lyre
It started with Roland but now we blowin it out of proportion like religion inhibits 
the humaness that we were born with
spit it like delirium serum of a bad one low blow to show the pocketed monsters if we ever even had one
Baconator learned to hate her buttered buns no fun no fish fillet today heart attack you better run floppin about to shout for the icecream truck
go to Cumberland’s, 79 cents for some slush hush go to bed MSG in your head food DOOM caps lock like she fucking bunnyhopped and crashed
lash out in way to get the memories devout out like she screamed to shout

And we run the spheres we control the dreams means we got a bellyflopped bunch of shadowed broth set up like a dream team
Everybody left said I was a loner but when I’m alone I get straighter than a boner moaner
Mona lisa 
Run the sphere like a bitch would run a marathon while some runt philosopher updates an online lexicon and some pagan swtiches hexes on and off
a politician coughs more truth in the poof than a speech or a address for long
moms or long john’s Han preparing for a solo
some white trash solo cup enough I don’t give fuck about your shitty country bumpkin truck 
Turkey jerk me I’m just a fucking jerk see but I’m illiterate and I can’t help it if you see me like bitch please no steeze I don’t even know what that means but it seems like a thing is a thing if it gleams so fuck all the human beings
Folk punk band in the trunk got em all drunk so I could hear the sounds of Jackson in a cave while I splunked
Funked a bit out like a maggot brain spitshout washout left like a dick on a windowsill or a girl with a clit out
Sorry so explicit but I’m runnin with it I run the sphere so I dare to be a fear monger with a bonger longer mittcloud bitch get out

You want it but you can’t have it , dag nabbit run into a moving tire your a fucking rabbit
no emotion no great loss no tempest tossed man of god
no love no sight in light or wrong bong songs
Get higher than a high rise so I see your lights at night I’m not lazy I’m just hazy just tryin to make it all right

And something’s wrong so hit the bong wave a wand like bitch come on
I’m getting better with shit dismembered into edible pieces I’ve known all along
Rap some tick tack better than a lipped gap ear a wrap like pita in your party dash

Run The Sphere (Monster Island Czars Instrumental)

MOMS

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