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letra de bartleby - jakprogresso

intro:

shackle up the city, (?) titties, what, shackle up the city, turn me up, turn me up, got ash on me, man, let me hit the bubble, yo

verse 1:

stone purple haired ape, stone circle cold stairway
hold stare, broke snare play
smoke a fairway, willin’ cold more hair’s grey
old tale told, hairs raise
some water sip, some water whip
i down waterships sippin’ fluoride water drips
out the crow’s nest, broseph?
a dope chef, the sun faint yellow likе pro meth (huh?)
before air еxposure, it’s a rare opus
i’m puttin’ haters to square enclosures, who cares it’s over
germ warfare and parent motors
lair of stoners got the flat ironed, the mare a boulder
just b-tter mold, too old for glove pinchin’ (nah)
nostril had the glitter like a studded nose ring in
no sixth sense, old 16
i’m so cold chillin’ like biz on the toilet bowl grinnin’

interlude:

– just received another threatenin’ note, another note, from the mad scientist, this nut may prove dangerous
– the mad scientist hurlin’ cars and pedestrians into the river below, the police have warned everyone to remain in their homes!
verse 2:

it’s pure uncut, american southern wok
with mother’s sunday sauce for blood
you with your artle beat
i’m withdrawn to the study, i’m bartleby, armed don’t startle me (nah)
no roc, but in the house of krazees
third eye open like the cryin’ mouth of babies
out the south o’ hades
b-tches thinkin’ i’m saudi maybe, leanin’ on a audi 80 (d-mn)
chloroform and gloves, in the glove compartment
moms like “i dunno, doc, my son’s an artist”
youngest dark prince
some kids catch fireflies, for some it’s arson, drugs and carbents?
clay mug hot, beans bake in steam
coffee rings on the desk, the pen got away from me
no bhakis? stand cashmere but i’mma slide and leave my stain like maybe a body was dragged here
i already got hash, no need to tag here
mad weird, some don’t even see ’cause the gas clear
the kids on this bus is hippo nuts
spittin’ at the window shut, puffin’ widow blunts
red blood, blue veins
dab wax in, the last quarter like a moon phase
vinyl fiend hands shiftin’ through crates
for over 20 years i’ve been diggin’, i’m andy dufresne

- jakprogresso

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