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letra de faustian deal - 137 (us)

deliver me from the abyss of mundanity
all the telluric b-n-lity
show to me, all the good discourse and melody
demonstrate, ill-strate, how you do sow
and what mentalities grow
i just must know

abracadabra, my name is the id
i have some questions that might rouse attention
but i assure you i have pure intention
now i’ll begin:
do you really wanna be in school anymore?
do you really wanna go to church?
’cause i see you sitting at the bottom of a seesaw
waiting for the other side to drop
waiting for some other way to pop
and i was thinking—i wonder what you would do
if you knew i could speed up all the fame, that you’rе bound to accrue;
see, it’s all you!
it is not me;
i am just herе to assure all your glee;
i am just here to bequeath you the key
i understand it is important to keep my mind open
and ponder my reasons for going to places
but lo! it’s so pivotal, keeping my critical, essence
despite the presence
of all the people and various entities
looking to suck all the pith from my veins
looking to grab me and strap on the reins

i will deliver you from the abyss of mundanity
all the telluric b-n-lity
showing you all the good discourse and melody
i will then ill-strate how you do sow
and what mentalities grow
then you will know

here’s a recommendation—
don’t remain patient
if you want it, better have it
make a better habit
of the obtainment of all that you’re seeking
and all that you’re looking to conquer
even if that means a few hearts you’re breaking
it’s better to be a full epicurean
and always to take what you’re yearning for
always to quench what you’re burning for
the goal that i’m chasing
the bread that i’m baking
is not for forsaking
it’s for the taking;
a bunch of enemies
trying to get at me
from the bas-m-nt
to the mezzanine
from the mezzanine
to the attic;
better panic
for the beats and the rhymes
i’m a true truculent addict

you’re the kind of brother that’ll run away from a good fight, ey?
run away from a good night, ey?
run away, crawl away, get away please
if you’re not praying then get off your knees
if you’re not rapping then get off the mic now
strap on your helmet and get on a bike now

i would consider it as if i’m married to craft
i am not one in the need of adultery;
you’re like a wolf in the pen
just searching for poultry
poultry!
i will deliver myself from abyss of mundanity
all the telluric b-n-lity
showing myself the good discourse and melody
i will then sow
and some mentalities grow
then i will know
yeah, then i will know

- 137 us

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