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article 5 - buck 65 lyrics

buried underground. scary. explosive like a bomb relic
cold crushed. coming with a mustache like tom selleck
hip, but i’m non*pelvic. stacks in a gunny sack
i’m robin hood, giving the nerds their lunch money back
orator performing. i go around door*to*door
babbling on. i used to dabble in horror core
sweep the mind’s corridor for weapons. on second thought..
i forgot. hip hop sam peckinpah
fell far. i call my home studio the bell jar
if the lions only knew how sad the gazelles are
at the hotel bar. purple in the darkness
working it. this is me circling the carcass
found several clowns doing ground*level reconnaissance
constant barrage. conscious rapper with no conscience
invoke article 5. return to base station
deeper wells. sleeper cells in hospitals and safe havens
oblige me to say that the queen delivered tosca’s kiss
felt like a tyson uppercut to the proboscis
totally preposterous. i hope you’re a fast learner
cash*burner. better squash the beef like a smash burger
fans of garbage and recycling celebrate your craft
straight up. home run in an elevator shaft
smell you later. how could the hip hop itch worsen?
impossible… like satisfying a rich person

- buck 65 lyrics

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