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[G Rider]
Existence is futile
Resistance, a new trial
Admittance, a huge vow
My kitchen with new tile
To upgrade and strive, to trick your self achievement
Weddings, baby showers, graduation, write your name in the cement
To assert yourself is called biologically
To invert yourself is caused philosophically
I'm waiting for the blunt, I'm waiting for the doja
I'm waiting for the hunt, I'm waiting for the closure
Death, end of victory, that river to the ocean
Genetic and kinetic, potential, and emotion
Rocks on the water, lambs at the slaughter
A young man's bitch is an old man's daughter

[Swank Daddy]
Now I'm about as logical as any other logical disaster
I will be a fool to use your measuring for nature
I will be a tool for the people to rate what I love
Like politicians, anything that life is made of
Too many floors on your buildings
I travel in my sleep and wake up with a answer that sweep me off my feet
There's a chopper in my sky getting lost in a storm
Descend this world, bitch you'll never be warm
How much can you do?
Would you want to, or would they let you?
Come up out the shit, don't ever hear me too
Don't know about y'all, put the balls to the walls
I respond to the moons in the length of a cause
Bring us back to the rhyme in the art of cocoons
Place where must know we could boom
And being that my black got you born in June
Don't mean a damn thing but I was born around July
So roll up the weed and get hella high
As we communicate with shit we can't identify
Much is linked to the love for the life in the dime
We're nothing but victims of our own reply
I don't move backwards but I might stop
See what I can learn for the spots to these rocks
And one get the fuck off my jock, bitch

[Mxlplx]
All my clothes smell like smoke, all my socks are filled with holes
I'm so motherfucking broke it makes me wonder how I goes
From the curb to the gutter, back again as me blows
In the wind like dismembered falling off a haunted ghost
Traveling through the ether never tripping, I suppose
Everything is getting better, forever out to expose
The hidden pieces on the level just beyond land of shadows
I'm the hangman, I'm the devil, I'm the death in all the battles
I'm the magician, I'm the emperor existence in the dark
Necro nocturnal pleasure principle tears me the fuck apart
And the cold magic is invisible, tricked out and has no heart
I am the sickest individual to ever bless this art
Manipulation is the typical way everything else start
Pay no mind to where the ripples go, make sure your blade is sharp
Mental tomahawk will split ya skull and leave it in the park
Roaming through these optical illusions off the charts