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letra de grimy - codex (producer)

[verse 1: yakuza cowboy]
these kids is grifted with minimal sense of discipline
we in the trenches, hidden menace with ballistic instruments
sprinkle pinches of cinnamon
delicious rhythms limitless
taught as cookies scorch a rookie on some crispy fritter sh-t
business is business, don’t question mathematics
in the traffic jam we brandish bazookas and blast the traffic
panoramic painting of my brain in random transit
pandemanium crocodile tears arabian casket

[hook]
give ‘em mass and watch they preconceived notions erode
punch the numbers in the doors of perception, open the code
we in the bas-m-nt, relay the information overload
i’m toe-to-toe with my own derangement, we bout to overthrow ourselves
“-ry-that-i-can-op-en-i-an-am-my-eye-i’ve-i-uh
uh-uh-i-can-op-en-i-an-my-i’ve-uh-that-i-can-op-en
-ry-that-i’ve-i-op-en-i-ave-i-can-op-en-i-that
-ry-that-i-can-op-en-i-am-ry-that-i-can-op-en”

[post-chorus]
the flow is h-ll now we caught up in a commonwealth
spray a thug, paint the wall with blood like jeffrey dahmer does

[verse 2: dastardly kids]
so dastard’s been menacing since papa left for cigarettes
black and mild till i got a brick on rock steady
drunk off some ice tea, high offa’ 80
i climbed to mt. olympus, told the rap gods, “bless me”
obliged ‘cause the gods wise, got some with my mind straight scripture
spit it in your face, if you hate n-ggas, break triggers
i was just too mad to aim, sprayed everything
triple propane on a hot day
hot as h-ll, hold it to the sun so it can light my ls better
f-ckers cut up and they end up dismembered
gutted, looted, got, one “rip” on twitter
i’m a go-getter blowin’ smithers, that’s some good pot
huh
immortal flow
i’m rotten if i could rot
twist plot to dreadlocks blood clot make your heart stop
(make your heart stop)
[hook]
bone’s eye, yeah (heart stop, heart stop)
bone’s eye, mmm

[verse 3: dastardly kids]
bone’s eye full of bone-cold
my tongue cold, spores fungal, tangled hair rapunzel
i run soles like death skulls with eyes of coals trapped in the catacombs and you’ll never know
i’m bad bones breakin’ at the fingertips
a lone dog that never been obedient
lurkin’ in the back, buried from the seedy sh-t
stealin’ gold from the greediness
dastardly from my head to my greasy d-ck
it’s masterful like acid pulled offa’ sheets
tactical like the sun when it’s holding heats
predictive how the world molded me
grimy as dirt: how it’s supposed to be

[hook]
grimy as it’s supposed to be, b-tch
“inter-plannetary-ter-ray-ter-ra-ca-ca-ca-i-can-o-o-o
inter-plannetary-ter-ray-ter-ra-ca-ca-ca-i-can-o-o-o”

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