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letra de captains log #1 - captain of the b7

all a fisherman needs is a hook, line and sinker
ride audio waves, b-tch my head is this swivel, i’m a thinker
but i’ll still twist the line and lure a lead
i ain’t trolling i leave no trail behind on the waters either
the way i strike the water don’t even wake, this g*nius
i can’t even tell if this line is reel or seemless
i need to reach reality
land
a new vessel
i need to intergrate a plan
jacobs ladder down to treasure
chuck the sh-t to counter pressure
captains ship ain’t down, not never
if i can’t chop the waves i split them with the shiv from the timber
all your sh-t is too heavy it’s a sinker
i’m a pirate on this track
this vinyl sea, i’m the the only pr-ck to swim it
the only thing brewing is lee’s royal tea for this winner

we’re just cruising on my silly boat
this silly syllable vehicle
left for fools waters, kracken whippin beside us
hoping i can smoke n steer this ship
nothings really too clear yet
still fogged from the bogs
some of the crew think they’ve found god
i just think that’s f-cking odd
what kind of entity make smaller simulants of themselves
i can barely manage getting the crew to man the sails
i leave the p–p deck
too much glitter on the horizon
the suns hard to face
stepping into crunchy quarters
the captains buds a dust like chalk is
i can’t man the helm, so it’s spliff ignition
overwhelmed with inner critcism
i tend to output to regulate
although it seems what i’m missing
is just to output on a page
sh-t
as soon as the ink starts sailing
i’m three sheets to the wind
glitching inbetween, metaphorical ship, no lab, no den
no i’m whipping back to the trap
leaning into h-lls path, batman belt attatched
pills here in all the colours, from source with modifications
now back on course, glitch fixed
valve pressure changing
sh-t what was i talking about
this ale got me swaying
tides hit and i just let it be
ownership of this energy this bar and flow like it’s pedigree
is something like a test to me when all it seems is human centipede
recycled subconcious melodies is something that’s always menacing
if we all pushed a little harder we could all eat sh-t and skip to the ending
sh-t as in g-force of course
because me and this vessel are hopping up like what’s next ho
stepping up my methodical curbstomps
weapons upgraded to signature worddrops
thank you installation wizard
me and ai are now one the same system
we’re slowly upgrading our transmission
ships now on mission
take a free plus one ticket, admitance here is pitance
i’m your new favourite radio admin, the pirate rapping captain
admit this a quest you need fulfilling
or lets trade trinkets
even the ends, odds on hammering the nail
smithing iron guantlets till i can rock daedric with f-cking scales
sh-t i’m rambling, back to plugging the hull, bags from the cap to the crew
that’s just how i do, or wood, but when there’s a bullet hole we just p-ss through
give the cap an unscrew and knock it back
this sh-t does more than forge enforcement in your organs
so i stick budding up, rationing on the stalk sh-t
we’d make a grow but we never knew we’d make it to the oceaon
oh ship

i just rant and hope you understand all this
this is vessel b7
outputting my end of input. b-tch

- captain of the b7

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