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Drug Induced

Paradise (Prod. Ritm)

theres a roach still burning and my homies on the couch 
we the last ones swerving real lonely in this house 
all the bitches may have left but
everyone else may have left but
we still rolling up the doobies watching movies on repeat
drunk as hell may as well try to finish all this weed
its about 5 am and the sun is comming up 
i can barely fucking stand but im gunna light this blunt 
wasnt much but it touched my soul 
so so long to the solo cups with the solo dutch so i po mo up
grab a paps from the fridge stick a knife in the bottom 
chug it all down now that is how you shotgun, (wooord?) yes, that is how you shotgun
and im reaching my limit sleepin any minute but this beat hasnt finished 
this the wind down finna put the blinds down blackout, 
passed out on the bad couch with my sack out 
yeee this the wind down finna put the blinds down n blackout 


The Wined Down (CYPHER VOL 44)

Goin stupid, bout to lose it, idiotic off exotics 
I am loopy i am lucid off the lucy off the topics 
I, never stick with the script, write, always off with this shit like 
a maniac sustaining gaining all this power I thinking im reigning 
down apon these clowns now, hold it down with this sound now 
fuck the system get down with the sydrome dont look here if you need some wisdom 
im dumb as shit like ton of bricks, retarded since the start of it 
no art in this just hard as shit 
drop drop drop till i fall off it 
got no balance or talents or anything for that matter
pissing people off like i am bursting my own bladder 
ahhh
fuck with me I fuck with you, take a punch and then run from you 
never fought once but i got blunts, one for me and one for you ahh
im a nice guy but a dumb dude, i may get high and then munch food 
empty the fridge in a panic dammit, almost lost my fucking sammich 
almost lost my fucking sandwich x2

ham and cheese mustard and mayo must have been way more than a day old 
took a bite right into the gray mold took a bite right into the gray mold ahhh
down with the syndrome, down with the sydrome i threw out my fucking sandwich 
I SAID I THREW OUT MY FUCKING SANDWICH 


Cypher 45- Dumb As Can Be (Sandwich)

all of my regrets playing back like a cassette

tape, never wait on fait (nah)

so why start now, when im more in the dark now

listen to my heart pound 

I may be having second thoughts (echo)

but its never enough

I may be tying other knots (echo)

cuz my stomachs in one

I cant shake this feeling, I cant break my breathing

imma snap if im leaving on my last fucking evening

I have asked for forgiveness I am past on my minutes

im like glass if I crash imma smash into pieces (ahhh)

i may shatter, then dissapear in the year it doesn’t matter (or does it)

 

were nothing more than matter, but we matter to some x2

Thoughts Of A Letter (Cypher 46)

its official watch me scribble my initials on the canvas bruh 
im always taking chances bruh 

im abstract pass that doobie to the jazz cat 
mellow with a cello got me cookin up a bad batch 
with more shit than an unwiped ass crack 
(wipe that) 
flush the toilet then im right back 

causing friction listen this is a mission 
more than a jungle run 
driven with ambition with a pistol
sitting shotgun 
I'm rotten came inside this like a condom 
but nawwwww Id rather hit it raw 
i got this like the lochness under water causing slaughter 
to the father of poseiden more alive still I conside in 
my own selfish thoughts so helpless not with help ive got 

no, where, fast


On The Rise (Cypher 47)

caps off on the tops of these bottles 
liqour in my liver writing hunter thomson novels (fear and loathing) 
with a long cigarette clenched between teeth 
filling up my lungs like a real native cheif  
collected keef just to sprinkle on the trees 
smoking on a spliff while im playing on these keys (piano) 
like sinatra with the vodka or was it with the whiskey 
maybe it was neither prolly the drugs within the city 
new york, new york come on baby gotta pop that cork 
twist the cap flip the rap back with the fucking rat pack 
hanging with homies now lets switch up where the tracks at

all alone in my zone had me picking up my phone 
callin up my dealer just to catch the dial tone 
on my own as i was with my buzz now im sober  
all these drugs with no love now my life is oveeeeeer       


The Polycephaly

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