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letra de verses - antipop consortium

[intro: high priest]
what more?
methodical montage
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[verse 1: high priest]
you want verses as me
versus the track
versus the whack
versus the ever-impending implosion of martial law approaching
versus the omniverse
versus the worthless cursed verse spit
yellow-green long gliding phlegm
[?]
when your tense is past
black flag over your casket
basket case nail-biting
writer, fighter, outliner, shine around your heart
now look at me!
it’s me versus me, fighting back tears for years of fighting, and what for?
i’m gonna make you love me i said
in a arrogant stance
belligerent enhanced verses
chance meeting feeding pigeons on a park bench stench
p-ssy broken bottle beat street flammable contents
attention! the tension is gripping
[verse 2: apani b. fly]
gonna get under your skin
can’t lock out block out or blight out
this rap monster of colossal proportions
stick them up, bits-extortion of your mind
give it up, i’ll rob you blind!
no sign of tarnish or rust, or just fade away
you just get old
nadas, phoenix, embody your growth from hot-ass sh-t
strong-ass growth
kick a planet off and blast its axis
it’s all a part of a master plot
the diabolical twist to take over myself past hecklers
but with health now at risk, i don’t care!
take it as a diss if you wish
antipop represents anti-bullsh-t
get out, motivating, parading as what? you make me sick
get out of my face before i erupt, erupt, erupt…

[interlude: beans]
why this need to equate death with living?
i just heard the wackiest sh-t tonight
the raping of our culture
and there seems to be no stopping it
and the situation is getting worse
leaving nothing ahead
but getting left behind
[verse 3: beans]
in prose, [?] close in your center like a nose on your face
gas beyond carbon and claustrophobic
slowly as dripping water
people are dying trying to obtain your fabrication
fixations in the front of fear
ripped by shears
no reprisals for repetitions removed in the regime
wall-beam, not routine
[?] reduced regimented uprooted i’d rejoice in veto
cats of status through merchants of future primitives
carving my name with crud
the walls enclose from wandering eyes
[?] searching for reasons to smile
beware at dawn
mechanize monologue [?] compulsions deep [?] into our faces
antipop we call it home
no vacancy, so we created our own
a haven in the storm of inclusion
not permitted, but of course it’s binding
let living thrill to see divine within difference
indecipherable as a woman
[?] caution emphasize swarms whom dispense from skintight orbit
[?] let’s [?] extract dry-risers
pursue for the applications of warp geometry
[?] disjointed in slants
when jolly’s [?] first mp’s like [?] first looks
repressed, no johnny dry-humps for joy
soft, and mushy as a plush toy in a 3-ball cascade
inverted as if we were standing on a hand and falling up
ladies ! attracted to dialects
fluent in 150 pretzel p-n-s positions
arouser, to rise to the occasion
when we do the hustle with my genitario-disco-pistol
without the aid of inflatable hope muscles!
it’s beans ! just for you
the new and improved methane-buoyant windbag
[verse 4: m. sayyid]
these sacred symbols of lingo
of a bingo, game one
styles to physicals aims done, nice try, haha
now watch me drop more to splatter top bomb nam
purple-heart hero arms parting vines and trees in the breeze
m. sayyid gives a waterfall of golden mist
[?]
vocal choke through your nostrils
up in your face like a root c-n-l
paying dues and working this like grandma in church services
slap in the thou, the tower over heads
like lurch with words
swerving over kids, “good evening!”, conceding
throwing mcs out of the sphere in the square box
like villains in superman 1
retreating, flying, crying to sp-ce
as a whole concentration swallows a constellation
see a walking universe down a block by the gas station
yo, what the f-ck? as i disappear behind a truck
into your audio, lush with dark force sh-t-talk
the [?] slack attack whack make you snap back
like i had a pitchfork and a sack of anthrax in my backpack
perhaps you need to re-wrap in dutch
pressed your clutch
get down from sounds of the antipop you listen
knock you with shots from priest, beans, apani
might one blaize raise and float like the hubble scope
and crumble your little crime game on the double

[outro: high priest]
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