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letra de .... and then it hit me - mark henry

[verse]
i proceed to wipe the dirtiness, but
my dirtiness is fluent with my flirtiness
woodgrain platform for stability of my forearm
ac units humming, running, oh no what’s happening
i think what’s going on is the xy’s got me catching z’s on dr
while i string it to my dixie cup
and pixies flicking their dues mixing linguistic riddles to sizzle up
to the honeys, so bbq me now tom
it’s the foolery to the facets
flip-flop on a whack hip-hop fascist
first day back after the summer, what up cl-sses
as i project through my diagram
so adapt your eye contact
she got them all over her back
and her pupils pierce through her luscious locks
as i sign the affidavit
for the dismissal of them other c-cks
but look at her now, with her chicks, in a panoramic view
with my view, as i turn the camera handle
i crush the crust with the mantle
{harmonize}
and i caught a clip of her flannel
she’s a damsel in distress but her boots were made for stalking
and my subconscious is sub sequential
one foot, two foot, forward in my sandals
and i got my pants wet, with a lot of coal in my stockings
walking on some thin ice, made from eggsh-lls
as i crack the code, in a pan, walking down the corridor
but, in my mind i feel like i’m speeding in a white windowless van
as i wrap myself around a telephone
one way call on this hotline but i’m not trying to phone home
i’m excavating through my salivary gland
and there the spit is no more
so in these black chino pants is where i stand
and curiosity k!lled the rap
just so happens that this cat
caught of whiff of that cheese
to get consent to double back
through a perspective of another
and all i see are cataracts
opinions turn to matter of fact, and a matter of fact

[hook]
open the curtains to reveal what is behind closed doors
the light shall shine no more, and the darkness consumes us all
take hold of your soul
the sunrays peek between the clouds at me
but the rain, yeah the rain is so cold
(yeah the rain is so cold)
i need warmth
it came to me like a bullet train derailed off of its tracks
a crash course was my body after the impact
electricity went through the bulb
…. and then it hit me

[verse]
i scribble drop the ink for the feelings sake
i’m kind of feeling steak, but, i ate the shrimp
first cl-ss served by mama, elevation higher than a blimp
hover mode over clover field
i think the cliffs of dover drover here
comatose from the voltage
vultures splurging on my inner vulnerability
and not a box, but a purse is where her nerves end up
beat any f-ggot n-gga down, who’s iq i question
break down to bend up
converging to a swerve at conversation st
at the intersection, but, nothing but a bumper tap
to the back of the occipital
grammy wishing fishing for a dream, speeding with and ugly stick
slaying all these pitiful rappers, sorry i mean critics
dappered up in the media, maybe i’m the one out of the loop
in restricted airways
expedia is expediting me to be extra gone
emotions all in a box like a tetragon
and i’m stumbling down the stairways
and then it hit me
like a stack of bricks
so i nollie flip and stand strong and build a
vintage battle sh-t
sh-t, i’ll hoist the cannons and mast the sail
master the craft of my demise and only time can tell well h-ll
maybe i’m the grandfather; strike the top of the hour into the farther
every hour(x15)
…. and then it hit me (x4)

- mark henry

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