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𝗙𝗥𝗘𝗘 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝗇𝗈𝗇-𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗋𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗅 𝗎𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗐/ 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖻𝗎𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇

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(SLUG)
I sit in the back of the chamber away from the strangers
Like I'm a big banger
Fuck your theories, clearly it's a myriad
Of weak characters, and second to last period
Put the asterisk by your name
With a footnote explaining the shattered glass frame
The gas came, the smile was afflicted
They called it fame, highly addictive

(MURS)
I graduated like a cylinder
My signature can't be recognized by you minuscule miniatures
Consummate con artists conning all you conformists
Pushing my penmanship, pinnacle performance
A peg leg, I profit through piracy
I still sell, indulge in the irony
And I will be the last man standing
Screaming, “Land, ho!” and sink your whole damn planet

(SLUG)
Give it up, give it here, I want full attention
Sharpen up the number two, time to start the testing
Sentences etched into the development
Confliction internal, at war with your skeleton

(MURS)
I got an airtight alibi, no holes in my story
Got some hood homies that can hold that for me
There's new ways to get high but all of that bore me
Don't wanna be strung out on coke when you're forty


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(MURS)
Swim together and drown separate
Do not let it be a night of eyes like x's
Do not let ? facilitate
Eyes like x's, tongues like figure eights

Stick together and die separate
Do not let it be a night of eyes like x's
Do not let it ? facilitate
Eyes like x's, tongues like figure eights


(MURS)
Here it is a big day for the little rhymers
Putting out a new record, all they do is criticize us
All up on the Internet, they analyze us then they doubt us
Can't they see these men are writers? All that do is energize us
Powered up, you sitting with that sour cup
Crying over spilled milk, mad cause your hour's up
It's our turn, better luck next time
Kicked yours, until then respect mine

(SLUG)
I'm a product of too many Minnesota winters
Go figure, they call me a go-getter
Had a fetish for putting letters together
Did it for the adventure cause we know better, there's no treasure
Just sex, drugs, rock and roll, and guns
And a visit to the dentist every twenty-four months
I'm never respected peaches or plums
That's why I speak to your face and keep my hand on your lunch

(MURS)
Boss up or bow down to big-timers
We down-low, dodging all you dickriders
You see me talking to a chick you know I'm trying to take her home
Cockblock my convo I'm cracking your camera phone

(SLUG)
Out hollering cause my tolerance is thin
I'm calling offense moves with my defense in
Gotta watch you fools with every open eye
Don't forget to watch them ones that try to hold you hot


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