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letra de peasant in field - departure (rap)

[verse 1: departure]
when i’m heat-seeking, it’s fire rising
come up from the risers, i’mma
spit this meek preach to a fire hydrant
i’m hydrated, not annihilated, i’m like saia, need some mad placement
covered with big hands, guayasamin faces
i’m wiping tears and counting time to a samba beat
it’s the lord that i’d love to meet, but not sure which one’s for me, uh
maybe believing in buddha make me believe in god
or hare krishna, alaik-m alaik-m salaam
or i can stand tall like the early tirthankara
the leaders of small people whom thеir culture was more than borrowed, uh
see, it’s morе than just religion to me
knees in the gravel, now not even life is free
but it’s what you make it, do something, ensure that you are proud of it
daddy said i put you in this world, i can take you out of it
i can take you out

[verse 2: lil figurative]
the house of hip-hop built on foundations of oxygen
the nothing-to-something mantra, common as the name johnathan
commoners don’t commander the outcomes, it’s the option
all consequence to be decided by collective conscience
me and departure the new hardy boys, mix your tears with arnold palmer
lock myself behind concrete just to block the noise
i embody many things that make a cop annoyed
you not employed, my job is delivering messages across the void
i’d do you like they did the 8-track, but that’s not how we play
more rhymes than feral stray cats in any alleyway
’cause from the bottom to the sales tax, i’ve mastered the game
while underneath, you still james gatz from back in the day
the day i buy a maybach, the driver will crash on the way
i’m a dog, just trapped in the rain, a baskerville stray
my future putting racks in the safe, imagine that
clones come with caveats, panthers turn to tabby cats
you isn’t rap if you ain’t challenging an institute
stick and move, i drown you in your own b-tches’ brew
sharpest tool, i’m at the point that y’all still tryna’ whittle to
my life an iceberg, and it’ll split your ship in two
[verse 3: departure]
the smell of rubbing alcohol and gasoline
son, would you please kindly pass the weed?
few man of thee sloshed and lost their seed
enslaved thinking’s what you thought, but i’m a part of free-thinking philosophy
commonly a commoner will tear down an institute
filled with residue and books paged with faux-friedrich nietzsche ink
tears fallen from eyes blinked, clinks from enslaved famished thighs
run like blue-covered lines to cornered precincts
i’m a h–rder of knowledge, cut corners, airbend over tsunamis
i’ve got 99 and none are indictments of violence
i’m squashing the titans with a pebble like i’m eyeing goliath
through the scope of remington, boy i’ll be sniping your eyelids
snip-snip-snippity, i put the icing on the soliloquoy
dove through text files with a hint of some brilliancy
it’s the chivalry of a man who admits to his bigotry
theory of a scapegoat, first part of a trilogy
it’s departure, b-tch

- departure rap

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