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letra de against the grain - mr.blankslate

[hook]
down
never falling down
down, down

[verse 1: mr.blankslate]
blankslate all up in your house
studied, composed, silent as a mouse
lies you impose, so i call you out
eviscerate your state, and clean your dirty mouth
and if you want hate, then you best fly south
or sit on your couch like a spotted grouse
cause sh-t i don’t take, sh-t i’m not about
apart of the structure like water in the grout

[hook]

[verse 2: psykeclops]
i don’t see why you bragging
you flying around, half -ss like f-cking spyro the dragon
you can’t even imagine how much weight that i’ve been dragging
packing my bags, and making my hip way to top of the hop

[verse 3: mr.blankslate]
so you can play b-tch, proceeding to pout
or catch all my fish, starving all the trout
but i’mma break out like a dwarven stout
sounds i shout when i call my scout
like 0-6 niner, we’re in route
ever falling down like clowns in the gout
without a doubt, when i see the blood spouts on the way to the mount
rap is vampiric and i am your count
so you better watch out

[hook]

[verse 4]
i wanna be part of a different game
ever falling down like the rain
when people feel shame and the kids are in pain
not feeling vain til the day i’m slain
against the grain in every way that i play
cain is the name to fame, i won’t stray
but i need my pay so for that i will pray
writing down my issues til they go away
crying out my tissues to live another day

[hook]

[verse 5: psykeclops]
to be frank, i’m feeling fickle
flabbergastedly
stuck inside a pickle
flipping nickel to decide if life is simple
not even a little
i’m just a little speck of spittle
spitting, getting spun in circles in the f-cking middle

[verse 6: mr.blankslate]
codominance
running sh-t like a rebel province
word providence
my flows are bottomless and i am bombing sh-t
i am strongest, ain’t never gonna quit
cause every little bar is intricate
and every single rhyme could be infinite
cause i make them intimate
hope you’re not ignorant
t-tle of the fl!ck is a mob hit
mixed with a comic strip
raining like a sonic rip
anaconda fit when my phonics hit

[verse 7: psykeclops]
f-ck a hill, yo
go climb a mountain
every day’s a f-cking challenge
try your best
surp-ss the malice
fill your chalice with the fruits of your labor
that’s my flavor
i’m the aloe vera
i’m the new era
i’m like a hat but i dislike that
i like rap
i like spitting the truth on a track
i like providing peeps with a past
while spitting my beats like it’s math
actually my m-ss is double your volume at last
take the square root of that
scratch that
i dislike where i’m at
i’m awry
i say i don’t, but i do
i f-cking tried, of course i f-cking tried
i faked a smile
i drove a mile
i broke the bottle
i wiped my snottle
i hit the lotto
i p-ssed the punches (?)
i ate the lunches
i wiped my -ss
i p-ssed my cl-ss
i did the math
i f-cking died
i added it up and what did i see?
same motherf-cker staring back at me

- mr blankslate

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