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12:01 in australia - taqexs lyrics

(intro)

yuh
yeah…
funny how these lil’ mascots swear they the voice of the wicked…
’til you pull the plug on the mic they gimmick…

alright

look

(verse 1)

this game’s f*cked up, luh kids copyin’ gimmicks and call it ambition
your pen missin’ like westbrook jumpers, but you still stat*pad fiction
i’m just provin’ who ruined they image
you writin’ baseball lines to a dominican
funny, ‘cause you the only one who struck out in your own division
bench so long your calves lost blood circulation…
now you rap from underneath me out of sheer desperation
you talk discipleship like p*b*rty ain’t test you and fail you
quit music, quit structure…quittin’ is the only thing that made you
facts
y’all got a label, but y’all ain’t labelled as nothin’ to listen to
that ain’t a metaphor; that’s your whole catalog’s census proof
since you love baseball:
you the foul tip n0body caught
the shortstop who ain’t stop short of provin’ you’re short in everything you thought
five*foot*nothin’, barkin’ like you punch numbers
only thing you ever punched through was your mother’s cupboards
speakin’ of woman
you ain’t ever heard heartbreak breathe in a room
how you warn me ’bout women when no woman ever made room for you?
can’t get betrayed if n0body ever loved you enough
you the side*line b*tch afraid of your own crush (so that responds)
but zombies bite people with flesh, they don’t eat insecurity
they starve around you, ’cause even they can’t get near your purity
and don’t forget, you stood behind z for years
’til sh*t leaked and the internet gagged like the room filled with fear
so how your weird ass preachin’ morals
when you more suspicious than everybody you accuse in your quarrels?
relax, don’t take this sh*t personal
i’ll have a preacher fold your future in a sermon like it’s workable
turn your lil’ “purpose” to a purple*blue reversible
your fear of god show up before i do, call that worshipful
cuz after the z’s leaked, i ain’t take the blade from my back and cried
i took the blade from my back and used it as a locksmith
you stabbed me in the spine and still couldn’t unlock sh*t—
i flipped the wound into keys and opened doors you ain’t walked in
that’s why every l you take got my fingerprint embossed in
i break i’s, you break l’s, he break z’s, see the symmetry?
but symmetry don’t save a b*tch when the lines show injury
gun play now cuz theres bigger sh*t thats concerning me
but if you you ever think you bulletproof? that won’t apply to you or your whole team
‘cause if the reaper press in the box, you won’t reload screens
i’m talkin’
chess moves are made, my third eye ain’t blinkin’
and you still starin’ at checkers like the board gon’ change if you wish it
stay woke or get out
you still spread clips out
but only crop clips out
your catalog look like community service for dropout sound
i might buy your b*tch new hips and yank her rib out
but you don’t even have one for the disrespect to live out
so we’ll skip that
the nerve of you—
clippin’ my lines like i ain’t heard of you
i seen this happen before; every clone dies when the surgeon’s through
this pen writes sceipts to leave ya fate untethered
if ya think you permanent my ink rewrites ya letters
you have to swear on miranda just to speak, but even silence works better.(fahhh)

les get it

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