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letra de meditation - jakprogresso

intro: jakprogresso:

(?) shall be serviced by the powers, that dwell underground!

ohhhh…
– sir, what-what are you doing?
– i’m meditating!
– yes! look at him floating!
– i’m floating above a cloud, rainin’ in one spot
floating above a cloud, rainin’ in one spot
under this cloud rainin’ in one spot (no umbrella), i stand (i stand)
yeah
– what?

verse 1: jakprogresso:

yo, i reveal my skull’s cracked (how?)
by hookin’ my top lid with wire, and pull back
i’m jak, master of suspense
my house is surrounded by paranormal activists in tents (alright, pick that sh-t up)
bodies clog up air conditioning vents
that’s why i wreak of dead bodies and incense (you smell something?)
the еmpiric cult leader
i made a collagе with the body parts of cheerleaders
and they were not cut out from my headschool yearbook either (oh)
this is real life theater (along with what?)
with d-ld-s, leather straps, gag b-lls and sheep shearers
i’m stuck in bile
after supper with a fretsy? axe for the lumber pile (hm), and went to work on my own child (huh?)
well it took awhile
’cause every half hour i would sit in front of the tv (f-ck, f-ck!) and keep changin’ the dial
my estate, has more graves than vietnam soldiers who passed away
wrapped in flags, wearin’ berets
in a grey pickup truck, i dodge state trooper barricades (f-ck, turn around!)
otherwise i’ll get caught with upper torsos, arms and legs
murder’s an art
breathing for me is hard ’cause i was born missin’ a heart
i had special surgery done on my lungs so when i breath, i launch elephant darts
i will slice a nice sheet of skin, which covers my spine
and turn around so you can see my, back muscles from behind (ew!)
someone’s please, cover my eyes!
i leave singers (?) since beaten?
shaved, bald, half-eaten, thrown in cellars for electric shock treatment
two-headed s-m-n swimmin’ sideways (abnormal)
johnny23, monsters, deck
verse 2: lodeck:

yeah, lemme be the first to tell you that my dreams suck
birth film frame slow rollin’ like ice cream trucks
the song carries on
born to rock the coaters in my sperm
lift a third rock, bugs under it (uh)
sp-ce fabric hiss like wet xanax
chalk up dead lions to spit
it’s grind work to rip here
i prefer a stone cold enity
so called carefree freestyles are just good for therapy
vocal chords surreal, the rest is energy (uh)
the thrill of linin’ up your pinb-lls in a random lane
i roll like tina turner in a coat, b-tch, my mirrors are poker bricked?
see me, just the pain of an outline being clearest
not an advantage on the frontline seekin’ you should stop hidin’
your conspiracy theories are no longer excitin’

chorus: jakprogresso:

i’m floating under a cloud, rainin’ in one spot
and floating above a cloud, rainin’ in one spot
floating above a cloud, rainin’ in one spot
in one spot
verse 3: deep:

it’s like bedtime stories with white pillows that suffocate
the enemy while they sleepin’
my style’s a kebab for idiots like games people play with strokes for pennies
mentally i’m blast like his toy with the family gun ain’t fire friendly (blah!)
i don’t make plenty decisions, you couldn’t believe my ill position
everything before me is infinite
so i do as i see fit, when perceivin’ knowin’ ambitions
through the binary system i was mixed in
not fully meticulated like chameleons
four filled oblivion like catatonics with a night light opinion
cut out shapes in your fingers for my shadow puppet dominion
takin’ it back like palestinians

chorus: jakprogresso:

i’m floating under a cloud, rainin’ in one spot
and floating above a cloud, rainin’ in one spot

verse 4: paramount:

i never bear arms unless i’m sleeveless
the true reason behind masterpiece theater
rise like jesus eatin’ yeast on easter
on a jet plane, where mary, portland, peter
a true eater, and my breakfast consists of
all main courses that’s voided off my transcript
my permanent record is, play the 45
so i am, stayin’ alive with two tolls on the white line
while, rush hour keeps passin’ me by
passin’ me by slowly, on the gritted lines
and my capped house is, mad hard to find
so it remains to me that the issue that’s, that’s stayin’ on my mind
my grey matter’s always blockin’ sunshine
and it, rains down, f-ck it, pours down
pours down so loud like crowds after touchdown, i’m done now
so catch me at the photo finish with a wreath fulla roses and the petals fulla gimmicks (do you understand?)
verse 5: l.i.f.e. long:

okay, hold up, meditate, calm demeanor, but i’m a psychotic ninja
quick to injure, i’m a engineer, swing shears
take off your chin, plus your beard
i’m a blind ball for givin’ line ups blindfolded, hold it
watch me, make you turn golden when i p-ss on cruise
call it rain, now your suit got a permanent stain
you lame like lectures about nothin’
eat mc’s in luncheons, cats i’m servin’
one bar’ll leave you swervin’ like 20 shots of vodka plus some bourbon
i’m urban in, airports lookin’ suspicious in turbans
my, purpose knock you off your high horse
i force wars like us deformin’ countries
take, p-ss tests after shroomin’ and puffin’ trees (hahaha)
jakprogresso’s my psychiatrist but i’m not crazy
been rhymin’ my life long
still broke, unsigned, ain’t got no label that pays me

verse 6: ide:

yo, hypocrites get they lips split
bore i snore see the licorice, i like to slit the law victims with
i sit in circles gather these vibes, i’m passin’ peace pipes
i shatter dream proms (to reach height), only to get these stripes
walkin’ up schitt’s creek knee high
i watch the stream rise with steamed eyes, i seen sights that least dies
i lean on these gods i stand against
i smell you, dog, but can’t stand the stench, still i stand attend
where my intentions, form in a d-mn hole, but still i let this sh-t go (and forget it)
with those guys like chico, i turn visits like hippos and tip toe the street too
you be reachin’ for the lynch rope as i kick the chance from beneath you (oh)
meditatin’ on channel frequencies filter like eat cubes and eat shrooms
the rico? weak toons usin’ tariqs to people, and smack the sh-t outta them with

verse 7: alucard:

kings of this rap
beneath the wings that will flap, metal rings of adapt
the hook so i can hang and swing from my back
rope chains suspended in air
bring the pain whoever dares enters the lair
yeah, the message is clear
bring out the diablo and a fellow like (?) and a delo the gestapo
with the ghetto swing morning star, befall the cards
keep body parts at home stored in jars
keep rhymes into sp-ce, it hits satellites that orbit mars
take the shortcuts and avoid the streets, destroy your beats
impregnatin’ girls from seeds i leave on toilet seats

verse 8: savage messiah:

i stand on brooklyn buildin’ roofs, prayin’ for ezekiel’s wheel
and chop the serpent that bite my heel and my meal
roll (?) your locusts, meditated focus
call jak, get these f-ckin’ words off my skin and speak the opus
a pot full of fungus, lever resource and don’t touch this
in the desert ridin’ the feathery serpent catchin’ (?)
chicks i fantasize about in cognac bottles bein’ hailed my models
big chain and medallion, beat the sh-t out your ass
hallucinate in the pulpit while smokin’ grass
talk to these tree people and hunt evil after mass
underground base, little marty and big hate graze
communication with goons again glazed for taste
put a cult like crowley and float like poltergeist
the green river k!ller stands in front of your bed at night
waitin’ for saw ii for dig a slice
while the dj scratch with fingertips on ice

verse 9: critical madness’ ?:

ayo this rap game is great and meditation’s how i get away
mc’s death certificate are stapled to my resume
every day a holiday, trees, chicks and hennessy
chewin’ deadbeat dads and d-list celebrities
got cases from asia, that be fillin’ up my sake cup
kuso posse cuts, i slide swifter than hockey pucks
who’s jackin’ us? all these biters just need to quit
haters eat a d-ck and keep it movin’ like shakira’s hips

verse 10: critical madness’ madness:

ayo, my words are a painting that’s three-dimensional
with claws sharp enough to reach out and sever you
while meditatin’ i haemorrhage and bleed rapture
made in my mind aliens chase me like dreamcatcher
i’m runnin’, but f-ck it why they ain’t tryin’ me? (madness)
son, i eat fear and i p-ss out anxiety
i go to another world that lives inside of me
where thoughts are locked and brain cells in riotin’

- jakprogresso

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