PAPEL

loose threadds (feat. my cat, mika!)

Nightcrawlers

Run Deliks' first EP

Lyrics:

(Blitzen)
Where to? Manila
Muerto Manila
Animal in a cage with the way reality hits my face
Everyday with the news of tragedy it's insane
In this city, everybody smiles
Even though there are dead bodies every mile
The city full of red and blue
Who's next? 
Hope it's not you, hope it's not you

Bangkay sa bangketa
Bang bang
Sunod-sunod parang mga letra 
Nova hanggang EDSA
Kahit saang kanto, walang makain sa mesa
Kayod kabayo de kalesa 
Gawa na lang ng piyesa
Pag napansin, edi terorista
Kiliti ng mga elitista
Pangalan nakalista
Pag nakilala, edi tusta ka
Habang sila nagpipiyesta pa 
Kaya handa na, mananita na 
Alam mo naman kung nasan ka 
Masanay ka, ganyan talaga
Sa bansang madumi, wag ka na magtaka

The pigs eats while the ones who plant the seeds starve to death
Can't even get their basic needs and basically they have to live evasively, 
That shit is true, people thinking it's just make-believe
We forget about our farmers
Police tryna disarm us 
The government dishonest,
Whenever we protest, they gun us down, run us down
That's how they do it in this town
Chanting of the people is the only sound

(KYLE)
Nandito na naman ang delingkwenteng palaban
Makinig sa aking tinig, umupo ka muna diyan
Manila ang tahanan, Manila ang pasan
Wala nang balak umalis, pagka’t nandito ang digmaan
Ano bang paguusapan? 
Wala namang nagbago, la pa ring kapayapaan 
Suntok sa bwan ang kayamanan, sukdulan ang kahirapan 
Wag kang magkakamali, nakatingin ang kawatan (‘yung nasa upuan!)
Ah taga rito ka ba? Nagagawa mong mabuhay sa usok at basura?
Walang maririnig kundi malulutong na mura 
Takpan mo ang yong bibig, baka ikaw ay masuka 
Ano kaya mo pa ba? 
Walang makakapagsabi kung tatagal ka ba 
Araw-araw sa delubyo, buhay ang nakataya 
Buhay sa manila, ikaw na ang humusga

(Taycs)
Muerto Manila
Kailangan mo nang pumili ng pwesto at bida
lalaban ka ba o suporta ka sa sistemang
pikit-mata, tikom-bibig, kawali ang tenga
hangga't ikaw ang mabengga.
Enjoy ka ba sa pandemya?
Yung iba nagparehistro't hawak na ang balota.
Habang iba tangan bangkay, nagtirik pa ng kandila
kasi ang lodi mong pulis gumraduate sa tanim bala
Tanim baril na ang moda

Nagsimula sa adik silang pumatay
Pagkatapos ang bayan ay unti-uting sinanay
Tinapatan ng bala ang kailangan ng agapay
At lahat ng magreklamo ay ituturing na kaaway

Pero teka, sino bang kalaban mo?
Kasi lahat po ng patay, kababayan ko.
Yan ba ang tatay na mahusay eh patunay
na ang tunay niya na lamang na pakay
ay magbigay satin ng lamay.

(Shark)
We got the pinnacle pittiful little devil with a throne made of bones, 
More bodies 'round the clock like clerical
We're redacted, holding out with our breaths limited to rid of 'em, 
Sweeping up the office like they be litter so
give it up, off the seat, we have had enough
It's been years, you ain't living up
All you is a circus of pigs, and all this a gig to crudes, 
swinging the twigs and playing like kids in boots

No worry, no mercy,
no humanity
No courtesy,
Just a pet of China, see
No spine, no denying
that we're all dying
in time, in a line,
that's their new grind

What the fuck are y'all doing?
The Filipinos should be in
a fucking state of assurance
right in the midst of the crisis
but y'all are spending your bullets
cause all of you wanna shoot us
You motherfuckers are callous,
we can see through your intentions

Fear the frivolous
Either way, they're ludicrous
Trying to be subtle but these bitches acting obvious 
with their wickedness, insolent, incompetence
Presence of the president ain't precedence, it's impotence

Where the money going? Where the billion missing?
Y'all too busy shooting but don't think that we forgot 'em
Video of a murder, acting like it never happened
Muerto na Manila, pwera lang sa mga mayayaman

Muerto Manila (feat. Kyle, Taycs)

Lyrics:

Innerbloom on the beat
Sippin juice, fuck this heat
Ang tagal ng fishball i just wanna eat
Got my phone, on my feed
Waiting for my food then I heard something when she said it, i just can't believe

Di ka pa nakatikim ng fishball?
Di ka pa nakatikim ng squidball?
Street life 'to, di ako kumakain sa mall
Di ako kumakain sa mall

Man, I just wanna have a feast but
Damn, only got barya, no bills what
Yung mga peso all in fives
Pang chibog ng street food, you can call this street life, bruh

Yeah, calamares, dude, that shit slaps
Don't need no resto, I got fried snacks
Change in my pocket, and it goes
Food trippin on sticks, your shawarma shit cant even match

'Kano dynamite, I just wanna grab a bite, sabayan ng cola cause my budget is a little tight
Isaw in my sights, satisfy my appetite, I dont need a meal When i live the street life yeah!

Betamax ang binebenta pare bente lang
May kasama nang gulaman, pero kulang yan
Kaya dala-dalawa na, one in every hand
Thirty pesos tanghalian, man, I can't complain

Di ka pa nakatikim ng fishball?
Di ka pa nakatikim ng squidball?
Street life 'to, di ako kumakain sa mall
Di ako kumakain sa mall

Luto na, naghihintay mula kanina
Apoy kasi mahina
Ang init, pabili na
Ng gulaman, ang sarap niyan
Tamang tama sa mainit ko na ulam, hey!
 
Isaw good, 
It's all good
I saw god, hawak street food
Don't complain, you're in my hood
I would eat this all day if I could

And I'm feasting on cheese sticks
Look at these sticks
Full of cheese mix
Gonna freeze this brain with skrambol
Then head bang kasabay ng tambol
Ang sarap naman niyan tol

Di ka pa nakatikim ng fishball?
Di ka pa nakatikim ng squidball?
Street life 'to, di ako kumakain sa mall
Di ako kumakain sa mall

Kahit na sabihin mong sa food court chichibog
Anong kakainin don? Paotsin at Potdog? 
Hotdog, that'll cost me my pamasahe, dog, 
Lalabas nalang ako for pancit na may sahog

How much money you got? Ala
How much barya you got? Balut
How much chicken you got? Balat
How much toyo you got? Alat
Fuck that fancy shit, sa kalsada kami namulat
Napakasarap pati mayaman kumain, nagulat

Nakasulat sa listahan ko ang sulit daw na stalls
Mga bobolahin ko, yung tinderong mga boss, 
Tawag sakin lodi't pogi, ihanda ang gastos
I don't mind basta bigyan niya ako ng extra sauce

Street Life (Street Food) - Run Deliks & innerbloomboi

Mixed by Maaliw
#DutertePalpak Challenge ng Tambisan Sa Sining

lyrics:

malakas 'yang nasa malacanang
malakas magmura at saka utak pulbura
malakas sa amo niya walang sala aniya
sinungaling tangina, san ka galing tangina

dala dala bala, kami'y ginambala
ng 'yong mga sala, aming naaaala
lahat binabahala at bumabaha na
ng dugo mula sayong kamay
walang humpay pagpatay
yan ang utos ni itay
giyera daw sa droga pero tao ang pinapatay

inaanay na ba yang utak mo
magkano na ba utang mo
sa bayan at sa lupang 'to
upang 'to di na bumalik
kailangan nating mag-alsa
bugbog saradong bayan
at puno na ng pasa
tatayo pa rin basta
magsama-sama tara
huli mo na 'tong sona
di na pwedeng isa pa

kasi ang bayan halos inalay mo na sa tsina
umaastang maangas, halata namang mahina
kami na ang maglalabas ng baho mo
di mo na kayang gawin itong trabaho mo

yung tuta may tuta
sa pagbabalasa
ng mga baraha
pulis na baboy ang mga nakuha
walang hiya at saka balahura

lahat nagdurusa, hindi umuusad
hindi na aasang bababa ka nang kusa
sa ngalan ng mga pumanaw dahil sayo
gusto ko lang sabihin na duterte putangina mo

Tuta ng Tuta (Prod. Calix)

Written & Performed by Run Deliks
Produced by Innerbloomboi
Mixed by Maaliw

Lyrics:

Hallucinating
Last chance to go with me
Hallucinating
Last chance to go with me
Hallucinating
Last chance to go with me
Hallucinating
Last chance to go with me

I feel like a puppet with the strings on my head
Like I'm trapped in this place and I can't get ahead
And everything is blurry, don't think I'm deserving
Of hallucinations, this is concerning

Noises in my head and I've been living with the sound
Dropped my cig in slow motion before it hit the ground
Look around, everybody going loud
Getting sick of this fantasy, all these visions, really need to get out

I'm hallucinating and the truth is fading
Real life's dull and I'm tired of waiting
I'm hallucinating and the truth is fading
Real life's dull and I'm tired of wait-

Hallucinating
Last chance to go with me
Hallucinating
Last chance to go with me
Hallucinating
Last chance to go with me
Hallucinating
Last chance to go with me

Everybody wants some beef
When I'm fried
'Cause my face always lookin'
Like I'm ready for a fight
I'm a skinny little dude
With that look in the eyes
Like "What the fuck you want?
Wanna get decked? Good night"

Ooh

I put on Gorillaz, and roll me another
I'm smokin' towers like 'Zilla
And droppin' roaches like Kafka
Till I see like a ballerina
Just spinnin' lights in my vision
So lay me down on the sofa
Before I fall on my jaw

I'm hallucinating and the truth is fading
Real life's dull and I'm tired of waiting
I'm hallucinating and the truth is fading
Real life's dull and I'm tired of wait-

Hallucinating
Last chance to go with me
Hallucinating
Last chance to go with me
Hallucinating
Last chance to go with me
Hallucinating
Last chance to go with me

Hallucinating

Written & Performed by Run Deliks
Produced by Innerbloomboi
Mixed by Maaliw

Lyrics:

Alamin o manghula, bawat salita nakakalula
Kung di mo alam, ‘gang diyan ka na lang
Humantong ka na lang sa duda
Dada dada wala naman napapala pala
Kalat kalat mga sulat
Wag na lang mag-abala
Kasi baka makilala pa
At saka baka makahalata
Lalapa na parang aso
Nasa likod ko na demonyo
Kaboses niya mga boses na halo-halong boses niyo

Better run for your life, run for your life
And a bet on this illusion should be done for tonight
Honor this delusion in case that I might
Add a little bit of pow
And suddenly become a newer talk of the town
Off of the ground
Making everybody go turning around
And there ain’t no going back
‘Bout to take another minute, time to reflect
And it takes hours, takes hours, this power
Got a weakness that I’m dealing with now
Like a monster with a name that I can't pronounce, takes of the form of everybody in the crowd
I get goosebumps from this nuisance and I do stunts at a distance just to get it out
It stays even when I’m in bed
Takes days just to get out my head
I feel it in my bones, I hear it in my dome and it fills me with sadness and dread
Keep going tho ‘cause I’m not dead (Keep going tho ‘cause I’m not dead)

Why am I not on my side
I’m wastin’ time, I’m wastin' dimes
All I need’s some peace of mind
I’m wastin’ time, I’m wastin' dimes

I wanna get a little bit crazy on this, I'm cravin' for this
I'll save and finesse every single inches or ounces
I get of chance to ascend, no stoppin' my grit
Stop there and think, will I murder this shit?
Can I do this for free? Yes I can, no regret
Imagine what I can do if you pay for my rent
I'll take it for less like a sad immigrant

Gimme a second to switch up, a flow is the best if it don’t last a minute
I finish a sentence and move on my business is be on the Guinness, my record: I'm beyond my limit
Ain’t nothin' gonna stop me, I'm lemon, I'm given to people to make 'em do somethin'
Ain’t talkin 'bout labor, not even 'bout capitalism
Just move, with your freedom, my purpose's kinetic

So where am I going from here? No one I know seems to care
All that I know is I do this for me and I don’t do it so I could sell
But how do I go without ears? Who do I tell all my tales
I write my lyrics with a pencil maybe I'll start usin' crayons
And talk about money and fame, that they be out of my frame
I guess it ain’t easy to say it, I just gotta play it, and keepin' it real
I ain’t fakin' it out for the general audience and pleasin' the system for some algorithm
I got my own rhythm, just hopin' my stories relate to the homies, I make it for them

Thoughts are killing me, let go release
Thoughts are killing me, let go release
Thoughts are killing me, let go release
Thoughts are killing me, let go release
Can’t take me by surprise, I take off the leash

Thoughts are killing me, let go release
Thoughts are killing me, let go release
Thoughts are killing me, let go release
Thoughts are killing me, let go release
Can’t take me by surprise, I take off the leash

Why am I not on my side
I’m wastin’ time, I’m wastin' dimes
All I need’s some peace of mind
I’m wastin’ time, I’m wastin' dimes

Crawlspace (Prod. innerbloomboi)

Written by Run Deliks
Produced by Innerbloomboi
Mixed by Maaliw

[Hook]
Hit me up
How can I dance with my feet up?
Hit me up
How can I dance with my feet up?
Hit me up
How can I dance with my feet up?
Hit me up, hit me up, hit me up

[Verse 1]
I got two left feet in the middle of the street
I feel the wind in my face and I feel a little weak
If you wanna know me, know me, you got about all week, all week
Then I'm gone I'm gone I'm gone
Are you mine? Are you mine?
You can't even reply
Had a little bit tonight and it's blurring the lines
She's ignoring the signs and her arms on the side
Add another shot and she gave me a surprise

She wanted a taste but her pride won't let her tell it to me straight
She’s sweating and the bullets I can see on her face
She danced, danced around the idea
Her past man ain't nothing like me and 
She don't sin that way and there ain't never been like me
And they gon' talk spicy and I can't change that shit (aww)

[Hook]
Hit me up
How can I dance with my feet up?
Hit me up
How can I dance with my feet up?
Hit me up
How can I dance with my feet up?
Hit me up, hit me up, hit me up

[Verse 2]
Hold up
I just wanna take a breath from all of this, I'm kinda stunned,
Here I go again with my phone in hand, checkin' every minute for a text that'll never come
You used to tell me that you think I'm smart but I’m feelin' pretty dumb when I’m pacing in the mud
Outside by the street, feel a tingle in my feet, I know I could take a seat, but I'm antsy, am I nuts?

It's antiquated, I wanna face it
Never felt like this, it's frustratin'
Is it just me or are you concerned and worried 'bout the way I been actin'
Every single message I've been sending out to you
Every sentiment I'm sayin only got a little truth
I know I was bein' weird, but I am tryin' to be cool
When I hear your name or see your face I get a different mood

[Hook]
Hit me up
How can I dance with my feet up?
Hit me up
How can I dance with my feet up?
Hit me up
How can I dance with my feet up? 
Yeah, hit me up, hit me up, hit me up
 
[Outro]
How can I dance, how can I dance
How can I dance, how can I dance
How can I dance, how can I dance
How can I dance, yeah
How can I dance, how can I dance
How can I dance, how can I dance
How can I dance?
How can I dance with my feet up?

Produced by Innerbloomboi
Mixed by Maaliw
Art by Lean

Lyrics:

Bakit ganun? 
Wala nang kanin, lagot
Wag kang mag-panic ngayon
Meron pang pancit canton

Bakit ganun? 
Wala nang kanin, lagot
Wag kang mag-panic ngayon
Meron pang pancit canton


Minsan gusto ko ng instant
Gusto ko makaluto nang medyo mabilisan
Ilang minuto lang pag prepare
Iba na yung caliber
Onting sahog lang, busog ka na agad I swear
Gutom na gutom na kaya gusto na tumira
Wag na maghintay ng iba, tatagal pa putangina
Gutom na ako, di na ko maghihintay
Bro, canton na lang basta may soft drinks kasabay 
Lucky me, I ain't never been no chef's prodigy
All the dishes I create are full of bland monotony
But I got pancit canton in my hands 
No need for skills, it still tastes so advanced

I'm a busy motherfucker, I don’t have the time
but I'm not a picky eater, I got appetite
and if I don’t start the fire, I may not survive
Bro, pancit canton's the answer, get me through the night so
Ilabas mo na yung sauce
Three-four
Spicy cause I like it hot
Hardcore
Drain the water, shake it off
Taylor
Di pa rin ako busog
Make more
Yeah, it's the quickest meal to cook, man, it's so fast
Gotta savor every bit of it, it don’t last
Have it breakfast, lunch, and dinner for my broke ass
If you offer me some sopas, bro, pass

Bakit ganun? 
Wala nang kanin, lagot
Wag kang mag-panic ngayon
Meron pang pancit canton

Bakit ganun? 
Wala nang kanin, lagot
Wag kang mag-panic ngayon
Meron pang pancit canton

Walang ulam? Okay lang
Wag ka munang matimang
Di naman to kawalan
Kumalma ka, may paraan
Pwede tong ipalaman
O rekta na sa lalamunan
Gutom ay ‘yong kalimutan
Lima ang pagpipilian
Could be sweet, could be spicy
Could be sour with some tasty bread, 
Winner winner, canton dinner
Hot like it’s on boiling water
Eat too much like I’m a sinner
After that wala ng hunger
Lick the plate like I’m a cleaner
Di kailangan ng dishwasher
Ano ba ang nakasalang
Patikim naman nang onti
Kahit pakagat na lamang
Yoko na kasi ng Samyang
Di naman ako mayabang
Canton lang ang hinahanap
Canton lang ang masarap

Yo anong paborito ko? (anong paborito ko)
Di ko na alam ito (di ko na alam ito)
Magkano ulit ito?
Sa tindahan ay otso
Sa kabila naman sampu
Merong spicy para sa decisive 
Merong hot chilli, bigla silang nawili
Meron ding mansi, hindi ka magsisisi
Pwede yung original kasi ito ay praktikal
Pahabol ko yung monay, tasty na tinapay
Samahan pa ng cola, mahal ulit si Sola
Laro mo na yung bola, sagot na raw ni tropa 
Wag ka na mag worry, lima yung sweet and spicy yuh

Bakit ganun? 
Wala nang kanin, lagot
Wag kang mag-panic ngayon
Meron pang pancit canton

Bakit ganun? 
Wala nang kanin, lagot
Wag kang mag-panic ngayon
Meron pang pancit canton

Brocanton (ft. Kyle & Pure Mind Quiet Heart)

prod. thatkidgoran

written by run deliks & pippen

sinigang maasim with kamatis tas yung kamatis piniga
pagtapos ko kumain, sobrang goods at napahiga
nagpahinga, akin na yung tira-tira 
uulamin ko ulit kinabukasan ng umaga

sinigang maasim with kamatis tas yung kamatis piniga
pagtapos ko kumain, sobrang goods at napahiga
nagpahinga, akin na yung tira-tira 
uulamin ko ulit kinabukasan ng umaga

sa huling EP, pumatay kami ng pigs
para may sinigang tayo 
at busog tayo sa gigs
pagkain yung paksa pero yung beat pare astig
masarap yung ulam natin, delikado pag i-spit  
masikip ang yong damit
pre, good luck na lang sayo
pagtapos mo kumain, di na kasya yan sayo
naubusan pa ng kanin, tangina ano ba to
bahala na sabaw na lang, shet goods pa rin ako 
nandito na yung gang kong mahilig sa kangkong
naglaho na yung ulam parang opera phantom
ok lang tara tara magluto ulit
sinigang forever to'y walang papalit

sinigang maasim with kamatis
tas yung kamatis piniga
pagtapos ko kumain, sobrang goods at napahiga
nagpahinga, akin na yung tira-tira 
uulamin ko ulit kinabukasan ng umaga

they say pare sobrang conyo mo naman
lagi ka siguro nasa frankie's gettin' chicken wings
with my friends, sinkin down our fangs, for the sustenance 
but i cant afford dat bro, plus im rolling with my sinigang
sige nga, name another ulam na kasing lupit
asim lang walang pait, purse your lips, napa pikit
holy shit, sabaw palang, walang palag ang pinakbet
walang palag pati bagnet, tinola mo lasang tubig

sinigang maasim with kamatis tas yung kamatis piniga
pagtapos ko kumain, sobrang goods at napahiga
nagpahinga, akin na yung tira-tira 
uulamin ko ulit kinabukasan ng umaga

sinigang maasim with kamatis tas yung kamatis piniga
pagtapos ko kumain, sobrang goods at napahiga
nagpahinga, akin na yung tira-tira 
uulamin ko ulit kinabukasan ng umaga

kahit na pangatlong init na
ang tagiliran ko parang sinipit
sa kilig at asim na dala ng sini~gang
palagi yan sa tuwing magluluto ang ina

ops kala niyo siguro "tang ina" ang susunod na linya
pero 'di, pag-usapan lang ating mga memorya
at ops kala niyo ang tugma ay "istorya"?
di rin kasunod dapat non ay dela hoya
kase ang presyo ng baboy ngayon parang ginto
ibang sapak ang lasa, iba rin sa wallet ko
pero pag hinain sinigang hindi na hihinto
kalimutan ang timbang, umupo pa sa bangko
unang sip sa sabaw pakiramdam magaan
sige sandok ng kanin marami pang laman
'sang mangkok pa hayaang lumobo lang ang iyong tiyan
mapa hipon, baboy, o baka aking lalantakan

sinigang maasim with kamatis tas yung kamatis piniga
pagtapos ko kumain, sobrang goods at napahiga
nagpahinga, akin na yung tira-tira 
uulamin ko ulit kinabukasan ng umaga

sinigang maasim with kamatis tas yung kamatis piniga
pagtapos ko kumain, sobrang goods at napahiga
nagpahinga, akin na yung tira-tira 
uulamin ko ulit kinabukasan ng umaga

Sinigang (feat. Pippen)

MAKEURMONEY

lyrics:

i'm a momma's boy 
i'm a poppa's boy 
baka mamaya imma 
be your lady's boy 
just kidding boi 
meron akong gf 
gumagawa ng rap, kulang kulang naman yung tf 
sabi nila "beat it," parang michael jackson, 
"feel it parang traffic diyan sa lacson",
antaba ko raw, nasobrahan sa canton, 
"lotta skills that you just lack son," 
"yeah you should go back son," 
muntikan akong mamatay na para 'kong nalason, 
pero nag ensayo parang wax off, wax on,
tingnan mo ngayon, di na ko yung mukhang wack, son! (wack son)

magaling sa parehong wika
di mo kaya? umuwi ka
di mo kaya ? edi weak ka
lalamunin lang kita na parang pica pica
pikachu, kuryente sa mukha mo, kidlat ko
pelikula ni kidlat 'to
mas malalim pa sa dagat 'to
wag kang maalat, bro, naglilinis lang ako ng kalat mo

i set fire like i'm an arsonist 
feel higher than a pharmacist 
feel bigger than an edifice 
no use in fucking arguing

y’all gonna need a bigger boat
while me and shark gonna stay afloat
gonna blow your minds while I spit this flow
y'all didn’t know I could stoop this low
now drop your jaws like you’re stupid soooooo

didn’t mean to get you mad
didn’t know you could be so bad
i supply this beat and beat all the diss that you think you have
get adhesive man, it’s a recent fad, what’s the reason, man, 
take a decent jog before you run, better listen, lad

"tangina walang magawa 
biglang nag rap, magaling ka pala" 
magaling talaga not just some random wannabe
low quality yung mp3 
but that don't matter coz who's rapping? me
yeah who's rapping?

me!
i studied literature, only to talk about spinnin' some words
meaning no shit, but to spit in a verse
"losing my shit" was the proof and the first
of what i can do with a pen, it's a curse
a quarter of my power is what you have heard
you think I'm a liar, is that what you learned?
i'll set you on fire, and leave you to burn
(bitch)
but lets go back a couple months
said bryan "you wanna make songs?"
aint lyin', i've heard you this once
you killed that 24 bars
couple of hours, writing some shit with our phone, we record
got us a mic that we couldn’t afford
trays in our room just to soundproof the wall
(yeah yeah)
the last one to front us had us rappin' and sick of the mumblers
im laughin', an addict, erratic, dramatic and clueless, who signed this ass in the business
askin the serious questions
passin' the series of mentions


gotta be embarrassed for all 'em
so i get around on a clown for a good couple of rounds,
i'll stand in the booth just to call em out


take 'em out for the dump impound
take 'em all 'til they ain't that proud
sly bry got a glock for a tongue while you mofos got some cocks in your mouth


blockin' 'em out with our verses that amount to astounding mounding lines like a range of mountains, rage of a thousand patients waitin' to get 'em revenge on the system, listen,
stop asking rhetorics
and bask in prophetic
verses, words and
curses, blur this,
turn this, slurrin',
spewin' gibberish,
hurtful english
spiteful sinners with
cynical sonnets
and lyrical symbolics,
pitiful and restless,
wicked and reckless,
bad for the business
like acid psychedelics 
y'all know who this is,
y'all bout to know run deliks

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