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letra de how_do i get off this planet - johjoh

verse 1:
my venom spits, rips random eardrums like superman, plus
i outfox by travelling light
my structures a cord and a mic restrained to a boombox
i reflux through oxygen
freeze up your teardrops
than detox your pyrogen
my origin eclipse slips back to ’86
to circ-mflex my first manokinetics
i flip this, rappers are discrepancy like sweaty armpits
on a man without arms, f-ck this
writing liquid lyrics and than punching
myself in the mouth gives more compet-tion than battling you
i go far beyond residue
when i practiced in my room my mom always said who
you talking too?
she send me to the physiatrist
i’m the protagonist, slap the egotist on his gl-ss eye
i asks why idiots graze like pelicans, but lack the grace
to amaze
i got 2 rappers in a duffel bag and 1 in a suitcase
i take you back to your -n-l phase

chorus:
how do i get off this planet now

verse 2:
i’ve been been grizzly – hibernating for some years
now replug me –
my careers resurrects like pam griers
all fears i drive through ’em like vehicles of empathy
i fill up a reservoir
monitor you monkeys getting commercially
it’s the eight-legged microphonenable
web-slinging spidermanaclez
with the inflatable genitals, non-typical text propeller
i c-ck nostrils, digest adam’s apples then i caterpillar
beats like cedric miller
my wordplay similar to chess-play of bobby fischer
i masher all frivolous syllables like squares in inches
i pleasure to annoy like a d-ck suck from a midget with brazes
i slap rap phrases rapidly, rap blazes, rap greatest capacity
ties up like shoelaces till infinity
i translated ill word-transports
constantly transm-ted like databoards
mind-bugs to mic-plugs to nine-slugs
like marc ecko, my rhino rocks
fills you up like b-tt-plugs
you be dogs, than fetch
you attach platinum plaques with the ideas your p-n-s stretch
that’s why you see half like an eyepatch
so perhaps i need to st-tch your lips
multiply myself in a lot – to battle like neo battles all
agents smiths, worship my spits
i’m a sp-ceship that rips a vortex, i stretch up
stour up europe, you flow is watered down like syrup
i tear up complex
i might be grown up but i still ride a bmx

chorus:
how do i get off this planet now

- johjoh

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