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lyrical exercise #2 - departure (rap) lyrics

[verse 1: departure]
uh, uh
f*ck it
my writing is didactic and personality bolshevist
don’t need an iq test, it’ll tell me that it’s full of sh*t
a mouth full of grills is a daily breakfast bull of shivs
hook, line and sinker cross a hammer, wham bam
socialism ensures your kids of different heights and myers*briggs
get an education with the same amount of money
is what a dumbass from oklahoma wants you to think
it’s not funny, don’t laugh, it’s not funny, don’t laugh
statement stated, y’all care about the wrong sh*t too much
i exclaim it, y’all care about the wrong sh*t too much
she said, “you’re a g*nius and i wanna f*ck you, baby”
i sunk into my bed thinking about that
i love your luscious locks and your highlighted smile drives me crazy
maybe i’ll see a future with you, let me think about it
i do a lot of thinking
cystic got arrestеd for his art, that’s what i’m talking about
fakes couldn’t swallow that sh*t down with they mouths
but they yеlling over the glow of them pearly gates
thinking it’s sure to shake the conventional norms provided by fascism
defined as corporatism + the state
so a statement is meant to say something unconventional and neurotic
85% of y’all motherf*ckers is fakes
motherf*ckers in sp*ce, we soviets twisting these monkey barz
word to sean price, i don ice, glowing crystal shards
pink, yellow, blue like it’s crystal meth
i got a whole nine yards of words down in a single breath
i done stumped myself so many times, i got no hesitancy left
an idiot screams from his bed*stuy apartment
“i would like a farm, a lot of firearms and to be left alone”
what a spiritual iowan resident, sh*t
y’all rappers depressing like nixon’s resignation lunch
i double clutch with both fists and footwork double clutch
uh uh uh
y’all can’t even strut like me
nonexistent in the 90s but i’m goodlife team
i was out in llano section 8 hood strifing
i’m playing 9 ball with the elders, sh*t it’s good by me
i’m playing tic tac toe on 6th street photographs of tweakers dancing around in flower crowns
me and jordan was like “sh*t man, it’s our town”
he spent early hours ’round the comedy mothership with no consumption to f*ck a b*tch
got the gumption to f*ck with us, b*tch who is you coming with?

- departure rap lyrics

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