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letra de conception - coolooloosh

[verse 1]
this is for the rise of the mind soul meditation of force
poised for battle shadow the earth like the all
eye seeing many waters be the voice
ford borders with more than steel and friction
for choice and chore sure shoots score the weight
the father through bullets tries fate
bomb fakes keep pens straight for ink spills
comp notarize wills dope beats reveal high sk!lls
hold crowds still in the sea of life
currents burns mics heat comes from gat claps grapevines
are phone taps that cause raps to wrestles rights
my inner light sparks illumination i
struggle till absent of life in masonic fights
verbal firearms ignite hit to paint a picture
pitch black harmonized to flat lines
never be so wicked that you die before your time
cause the trademark of the grind is crime primed
and amped to stamp seals of freshness to product stuck
like a junky in my zone one
city from the trench gems compressed in the dome
expressed by words through spit thrown
commandments of the throne
age 7 scares ears with deftones

[chorus]
with this conception of mind reflection divine
protection of head and chest bless the divine
techniques designed by dirty sunshine
tell time remain infinite still, still, still
with this conception of mind reflection divine
protection of head and chest bless the divine
techniques designed by dirty sunshine
tell time remain infinite still, still, still
[verse 2]
live city remains firm to spit scorn
of false elements fellowships of wackness
covenants of asses crews with their lack l-ster
loads fold hands down when starved of trump cards
and marred by menopause to flows
so stop all that bl–dy bullsh-t
my scripts too thick for heroes nameless
the perfect or broken sword to rip orthodox methods
devise in an archaic tense
liquify organic contents like the ebola virus
stars are given birth my lyrical experts of bliss
suckers risk their existence at the pivot of my wrist
this verse will twist body from soul grip queens
dis ho’s blow shows like middle east ammo
handle wisdom like the pound extended by thugs
you can’t move or budge my position
who wants to travel in the lane live my sound dirty
like the grain in the wax empires collapse
since americana couldn’t find pax from haliburton
contracts keepin’ energies on tap

- coolooloosh

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