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Indigo
'A long flat meadow. Golden. You can see off in the distance, there's a treeline of pines, far away. Blue-purple in color.'
Red: The dry throat pyro, pyroclastic flow So fantastic, hold MIC check dynastic mojo See life in slow mo When he's on the promo, be like where'd the hour hand go? Power in the sands of the sour lands, scandal
'Golden'
Power in the sands of the sour lands, scandal Quick get grip, a handle A fan to the mantle Man in my sandals Scanning what to ban, fold, can and cancel Stance like a dance with death, deep breath, ramble On and on and on and on Dawning on a don and conning cats to pass the baton Cation V cats that rap bygones Pate straight sickly like '68 Saigon
Lick thee under the nylon File in, get on witchya, get gone witchya I could scribe lines that describe dimes all the time Or by sunrise have five of-all-time type rhymes You decide, just don't speak here Unwind and get your mind synchronized like leap year Vibes run deep here Sheer will power doesn't get paid by the hour Trade sleep for peak-tier At it till they are addicts Adding adages adlib till he's added to the attic All these blasted kids getting blasted I'm on the fast track for mad stacks, of my raps and Step to my snaps - snap yo mamma's back kid Dopeness is crack kid 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 That's brass tax kid
LEM: I let it trickle down the grapevine Don't desecrate these great minds Better pray you have the gauntlets Prepare to pout, an upset like Sozin's Comet Vomit up these sonnets What a prophet ready to profit
Don't mess with him man he's nauseas
BK stock the pockets for now You fled, and I scrapped up like General Zhao Poseidon ain't no match for the gods of flows Unexpected novice Joes kicking down the closet doors This isn't strong arm tactics Use yah cranium, tougher than titanium Uh Soon to be grabbing grips whip-less with a script encrypted hit list Don't worry - winters over; burning off yah mittens Scribbling on my writtens Twizzle with a kiddo, fox Harder than splitting rocks, barter for his riddles docs Truth be spilled, of course he force the gizmo to rock A spring chicken, grinning tip-toeing in the kitchen, leaving the seat up when I was pissing 'Sorry my son, he's just a kid, he doesn't know what he's doing' Ha, yo Grotesque grimaces, he walks scotch free Bona fide promise guys, trying to monopolize Red. looks like we got foes in tides How the fuck this world blind with open eyes?
'Other than that, I got nothing'
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