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letra de packing punches - departure (rap)

[verse 1: departure]
pretty girl needs some caulk to fill the holes in her brain
to keep the water from sinking beneath the drain
white boy wearing jnco & a chain needs some racial edumacate
you buy another chain, you’re just a slave & nothing really ever changed
time is always constantly constant but somehow this time it’s different
this time it’ll be a woman creating plastic bags & flashy imagery
just cause the compass moved don’t mean you’re looking at a different asterism
but that was no fault of the polynesian
fall to your knees in walmart & stop playing defense
missed the red hair, sylvia plath poetry & sequins?
i got a message for the hardest of stones
i took the throne off vision & i don’t need a reason
but the peep the wannabe with his foot in the door
i got the walasia co-sign & i didn’t even leave the store
i didn’t even hit the pond & yet i’m hiding hands & throwing stones?
you only really want me when i pick up the phone
you need a chaser for that fireball
you’re gonna put a phaser on the (junglist massive)
lesson lessened over-easy flash-in-the-pan mockery
topple the egg sitting on the wall
humpty dumpty bleeds a yellow melted plastic figurine into the screen
and masters the bait to reel in the cod again
discover a guilt-free brownie recipe & go to berkeley university
perform on the quad, see how many purses you can thief
peep the poetry prefix, or take a knee kick
and sleep with the hoe in these leakages
and prevent perverts from peeking in
[verse 2: departure]
it’s tweakers in the motel 6
don’t play this song for your grandma
malnourished meth addicts giving bad handjobs
it ain’t no breaking bread when you’re missing the wine
it ain’t god’s destiny for you to live in a car for a trash, tell me that sh-t’s divine?
show me how the other half lives, i’ll have your back split
i’m k!lling tony, tell me “this is all you got” i say you’re chock full of sh-t
’cause who stands for the pledge to deliver liberty against children without a bed?
dead children without a head
the crying is all performance art
exit stage left, close the curtains, turn to bomb them in the dark
tinker with the name on the po’ bills, nixed
catch me if you can, i’m leonardo with the scissors & the snip
go ahead, go and put me on the game
on the train to west natick, blood stains the picture frame like a banksy painting
conceptualized as a collie buddz hit
i come around and hit the spliff, say “rest in peace” to the big wigs
if god gives you acid, burn the church to the ground
i’ll take meat in 2050 for 500 bucks a pound
all the ogs & hardcore dudes with yakuza tattoos
to impossible the light & be bluer than a tooth
be wilkes’er than a booth & dj’er than a screw
f-ck abstract concepts if all you need is proof
chewed & yet simultaneously spat on in my youth
with the superposition of getting hugged & being shat on
it’s a shrodinger event with exposure to the truth
chow down on that zinger & accept it ’cause life is precious
spotlights will make unworthy em-cees drop mics
and they not even em-cees, they just looking to bake and hog time
presumably hog-tied, the maggots slowly inching
i’m a storyteller, phony, don’t lie to me about getting pensions

- departure rap

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