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letra de eleven oh four (missing u) (prod. anno domini nation) - lulurapstoo

i’ve been gone for a minute but i’m back in hyperbolic training just keeping my blinders on for the win, had a few months so i let the experience sink it, earth wind fire while i smashed my phone /no silencin/
slicin my own skin for the sake of bacon the way i feed myself to the wolves but never shakin, hear them rustle in the fgr-ss flashlight goes off quick, tryna meet your spirit animal face to face when the tent unzips
collateral damage been known when i get it in, territorial self defense how i’m known for protecting my kin, flows unreadable how i’m so orig
inomical i’m ragan in a comic book with sp-ce crafts securing the grounds while i meet them astronomical iterate reading constellations without ever studyin, you rule bookin i’ll box you in like i caught your ace of diamonds with a catchers mit
hand eye with foresight going blind with cataracts cuddling at my bed side
fall asleep with the light on homie try, that bulb still ain’t bright enough to make you see like i (eye)
speak hear and regurgitate more evil for the mere purpose for thwarting 2016’s devil, whoever you support by buying a poster and let burn into your brain like a toaster
i’m on a rollercoaster of d-ck riders and roasters, spilling their gl-ss so much i offer my mixtape as a coaster, take the cd out and offer a signature, get you to sign before i tell you it’s ten dollars
make a living like a hustler, keep slinging your crank like it’ll save you, i’ll show you a true savour, my middle school playlist f-cks me like a d-ld- (yea i said it 😉
just saying no h-m- i flip lingo, history repeats so i’d suggest you re-scan your notes, no lupe but ikeep my ingredients close, i ain’t f-ckin with you even if you roll me out a red carpet for your wolves
b-tch don’t you know? i’m the silver soul
they want you to think i’m jesus christ myself how delusional
i’m no saint just socrates with quotes
couldn’t afford a ghost writer so i parlay on being schizo with plato
woah
now i got the big heads in limbo
wondering if i’ll really make that cenote
b-tch it’s hip hop there’s no real money comin yo’
wu tang for the kids like cream just propoghanda yo’
ftp put some respeck on that ho’
tony hawk, who i’m shoutin out in my dope quotes
i’ve got plans to play dodo
studying lemmings, but you already know

here i am, looking again at the edge of
the cavern of the predatorial mess
hedging bets and educated guesses
didn’t prepare him for the drop that’s next
looking left and right at his -ssets in life
thanking higher powers for this:
decisions were right
surfing the wave for the first time and
kept
in control of both the game and
strife
the seeds have been planted, and i know
my cabbage is gonna grow right nice
now to set it in motion and change that
definition of making a game out of life
g-nius to switch back, revert on things
that’s said
just call it playing it off as well as your
f-cking it up again
artemis leaves me, knowing it’s the same constellations that keep our eyes
twinkling
the devil busy trying to congest me with
seasoning sneezing through my verses
while i’m always successfully reb-ttling
solstice screams new chapter
couch surfing: business suit edition
its over and done
proud of the splash that i made knowing
d-mn well the ripples still rolling along
catfish got to hone in very well
my – now – discography, free, tells you how i excelled
advertis-m-nts in rhythmic format i think
i summarized it well
best part is
i did it with two ways to go

- lulurapstoo

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