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letra de draft 05 - enxve the nameless vagrant

i am rap’s reb-ttal to anne coulter’s raging menopause
string shot and harden are sex jokes for trainers with metapods
i’ve never had baklava nor have i ever been to lebanon
but when i do, i’ll raise a fist for bronson and void my debit card
if the namesake of exchange rates is inflated currency
i’d rather exchange dates because food would be more fruitful
i’ll volley clementines at immigration lines in mali when
i dap a japanese musician tuning a shamisen
my jajanken is hereby undefeated, which is pretty strange
cause i’m not the best at math and i had to drop ap statistics
i’ve had the same christmas wish list since i was six
cause toriyama won’t be quick to lease his saiya-jin figures to todd macfarlane i often disrespect margins imposed on my locutions
be they social normatives or those ugly pink ones in my notebook
i loathe the word wholesome as an irreconcilable misnomer
because you have to take the good with the bad, forever and always

put another hook here
tell em why you’re so dope
talk about your team even though all these tracks are dolo
act like you’re the trillest shit since lesnar flipped the big show
and broke the ring, put another verse into the spoken sling

swing david, f-ck these other cats, you finna get famous and get wasted wasting hunnid stacks on chicks to strip naked and live faded
praising deities you found on a wiki-page, commit the script to memory
for 50 days and witty exchange, for a pitiless game, let ya city proclaim
that you were pithily raised from its shitty terrain

and then convince the world they owe you something
for being a semi-self aware orator in a land of gilded dream chasers

a geek rap aficionado that’s only referencing virgil if he’s wielding yamato
made leaps from a hollow to a sword bl–dy, sangre espada, destroying sonatas like cannonb-lls launched from armadas, i gotcha, ahead of the curve and behind gimme time and space to manifest and i can show you how the snake entwine forsaking lines for parabolas, p-ssing excalibur back to the king
cause all i need is a quill and a manager/ blasting neurovascular raps
becoming amb-ssador to the synapses snapping and making ya brain spasm
in fact, where the train travel is tracked to my main bastion
of slap happy rhetorical banter, insane tantrums to body the prose
unprofessional but i body the flows with the snottiest nose
like an obvious cold, i’ll be the humblest prince grown from the c-ckiest toad

i just -ssumed you would’ve already known

peace

- enxve the nameless vagrant

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