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letra de pen bending - a7pha

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yeah!

[verse 1: doseone]
tiger prodded
i decided, just to buy[?]
while defying, food and water
i provided why it dying
by alighted[?]
if you got em
don’t ensure it didn’t got em
let em like a baby[?] slave into the tidal wave
and given all you got to gave
but never paid
what do you say?
drained, strained, grey, crystal, cold-heart
character is what you are
in the dark
be wary of wise men bearing gifts
and digital-pyramidical grifts
truth muted
how who[?] buddha sits
spiritual leech[?] lich[?]
lees gets truth grits
t–th, gums bleed drips
pen-water
the never-fathеr, ever-nova
the handsomе baggage-having, trauma-holder
the burning-bird
capture sick [burn the] prop master
[?]-self collapser
wrapped deep in a faster
atlas bagger
last drop-it[?] it factor
sad hatter
k!ller, skinner, trapper
knife-twirling
in a shame-skin shearling
un-white sight of a ghost work
and smell of cinder and boiled-bourbon
wishbone bursting
rich red curtains
part to reveal a deeper, darker, harder
spark
b-tches, bullies, and brokers can argue
it’s the heart of something
and its[?] square can scratch skull about
what if i did away with any doubt
let my subconscious
have at the mouth
and super-keys
to where all these cellars lead
somewhere way down safe
and fear-facing
endless-adjacent
nested-bas-m-nts
when i lock a feeling up
it’s elaborate
and laborious
soli-tutankhamun’n [?]
but not a monument
more like where comet hit
gonna need rope and ladder
talking half-way to hades
all the way past magma
or whatever makes this rock revolve
and grow granite
just far enough from the flame-planet to evolve
taken for granted
not now[?]
haven’t thought
haven’t felt
havin’ hope[?], hope[?] and delved[?]
i flex, wrestling[?] the lighthouse that i call myself
however i can’t fix
control health
i’m only so well
still k!lling the tell
groove where i fell
a change trying
die wildin'[?]
right light
this right[?] takes lifetimes

i wanna rap
until the solid glass trap
of my identity cracks
free-hand it after that
like that world’s first map
get my way with bend-the-pen[?] back

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