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letra de ivory towers - maundz

author john conover, center on the star. let me hit you with a lollipop. yeah. yeah. ah! greed is blind to a struggle. there ain’t no big picture missing pieces of the puzzle. ignorance is bliss. sh-t is on the ropes. f-ck your head in the clouds i hear the thunder clap. i’m in the flats every day seeing things. oh d-mn. from the smack in their veins. ain’t sh-t sweet about a team being preggers. whoa. she lowered to her knees and blowing d for that cheddar. f-ck. you know about the terror and astralis. it ain’t no kangaroos and compilers. prop folks at eight and foie gras one of three halves getting green back. f-ck everything. relax. sh-t ain’t on the dotted line. said my brother. got sucker for a dollar song. uh, half the parliament estate is sniffing motherf-ckers up in arms. cause you jaded i ain’t really wanted to get on my political. but something’s gotta give. funk sh-t soul in your peripheral i seen bayonets. the cash is box to prey to my street. to getting bashed by the cops. beating up women. left all up on my front porch. methylated spirits on her breath. and she want more. last week neighbors gotta whip the blam blam near my house. so sleep with the d-mn hammer. we’re sitting in the castle

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giving orders in your home at night without having to worry about someone bash you. for a lot from

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the start, paul. they want you all up in the blind spot. cyclops from vision starts up the crop. disregard. how you living? this ain’t a third world country because they get flak and give a f-ck about the hungry minorities. the folks fighting the power. sh-t, it’s so lovely. from ivory tower, one block from pantry grandma’s commission house where i spent my junkies living as a job. coburg light taste the little lebanon depressed on the job right through the rest of for a job. the north is where i’m at. seeing a heap of sh-t you wouldn’t read up in the rag how to make the copper tight enough. i made up in the bathtub. lost a couple mates to the blade on the hard drive. i see him judging from an ivory tower, they ain’t see sh-t. being blinded by power cuts in their final hour. plead for assistance for fat cats. he’d want them clean from existence. down on the white man’s back. handy. same offense. black man is reprimanded. small word. f-ck the system. the people at the top still propagate the vision. antoine. teach one. love is love. i speak to put the real sh-t all up in your mug. are we in the ice ages? glaciers melt and i talk about global warming at the arctic shelf. motherf-ckers think i’m pandering to this or that. i give a f-ck about the angle of aristocrats sh-tting on the good folk, trying to get by while they’re stuck in a system where exclusion is wrong. i say, man, i spots on the old noodle. at the moment. man, we’re so lucky to live in this country. but i was not so fortunate to get that a lot. from the sod. paul. they want you all up in the blind spot. cyclops farm fishing sites up the crop. this for god. how you living? this ain’t a third world country but cast to get back and give a f-ck about the hungry minorities. the folks fighting the power. sh-t. it’s so lovely for my town. blah blah. because. yum yum yum yum

- maundz

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