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letra de damn fine cofee - julian jefko

verse 1:

walking out a coffin, making supersonic sounds/
that people echo (ecco) that’s a dolphin, any vessel that you’re lost in/
i can save you from, move across the nile where the danger runs/
among the crocodiles, finish 12 my jurisprudence/
is an angry one, made an anchor from these feathers/
now the heaven’s where they dangle from, with the solar system/
that i gaze from my baby crib, age like that baby did/
and now across the moon i rollerblade like its the 80s kid/
really tryna cultivate that older sage within/
intentions conversion to a golden state, but lead away/
from open gates, distractions can slow my pace, so for sake/
of focus, i stay running keep medals i earn/
that’s controlling fate, uh, i cold hold the weight/
of the entire earth on my shoulder plates/
till i got the back of quasimodo from the notre dame/
till the days leviathan’ll come from the ocean waves/

chorus;

come with soliloquys when i rap, run/
with agility and abundant abilities, gotta craft/
the funkiest melodies, and the songs that could hypnotize/
you and make you run to guillotines/

verse 2:

i’ve been k!lling in the millions, so it’s easy just to murk a beat/
run off with their heads, feeling like a second hercules/
that’s hydra to a high drum, high hats keep their eyes shut/
as snare kicks i grind up and beat b-ss in defiance/
i’m the sophic hydrolith, the sulfur swimming and/
distilling in that mercury, that’s water looking serpentine/
and lurk into the surface from the depths of where persephone/
was hidden, i’m emerging, that’s reversing the immersion/
i’m a wonder man, something that the son of man would worship/
the son of sam and samson so just understand my handguns/
are in abundance with bazookas need a bunker to withstand it/
there’s so much destruction even once-ler’s looking frantic/
going on and on and on (om), like in sanskrit/
leave you in the dirt like we’re camping, making true/
all those stories filled with phantoms, sent to curse should’ve mentioned first/
the source of those flames that were on the hindenburg/
master of souls with immaculate pose even cr-p i throw is a masterpiece/
accurate blows of a maximal load making national catastrophes/
factually dope my mastery shows in the fact that no one matches me/
so i’m grabbing their bones, make em lack in toes, and have em go in my mac n cheese/
i’m the hot dawg, the majesty, cavities grow in jagged t–th/
the anatomy shows when they rapidly go creating foam and gasoline/
have battery rams attacking your home and laugh at it with apathy/
no pacifist, actually i’ll p-ss a fist and smash some t–th/
make you look crack addicts, i’m danger pr-ne like daphney/
invading homes and smother you words, that’s a tapestry/

- julian jefko

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