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letra de land of hypocrisy - quadroon

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my flow so b-tter it bring the earth balance
i’ll turn a rapper fo a hurt bladder, no challenge
i’m serving rappers verse platters full of serf laughter
with words worse than the smurfs that we burnt after

you want more? say it like murs backwards with a slur
im sure your an actor, playing puppet in the murder capitol
thats like everyone, these days, for peets sake
can’t anyone catch a wee break, besides these pee brain-cheap f-cks

claiming they own like freeways, holding sweepstakes
thеy even got a factory for cheesecakеs
i guess i got a pet peeve for bullsh-t
emerged from the predetermined predicament with a purpose that my soul sent

(they like where he at)

i’ll prolly be counting mala beads of a molly please (like a swami-g)
don’t blow my high
inhaled through my tongue, blew smoke out my eyes
fresh flow in the sky, while you choke on your pride

i wanna be like olly olly oxen free
in the land of, all of these hypocrisies
we gotta stand up for our property
its possibly, the plausibility that blows our mind
blessed for the sun to set
steps drum along summers dress
patience-some’ll stress, wonderous, watching subtleness
i’ve popped bubble chests, with my sharp tongue
so i don’t have to watch while the elders scarf young

an average day for a pure knights/night’s worst thought
who could turn, your very verse into a corn pop
these are dying times, blind our trying eye
inhaling cyanide, while my rhymes curve off in a spiral fashion

cut the cr-p, lets get the vinyl scratching
i’m not a tidal rapper more like a vital vibrant fractal
out the light i arise n tackle on the challenge of
becoming what i’ve set to be before the fire’s final crackle
living inside a fractal, admire the hustle i buss fire without a hastle

acting like these sand castles were built for me
scribble scrabble, ram shackles, baffled by the brittle symphony
known as, impermanent existence
often challenged by exuberant resistance

intuitive we listen, to the myths n omens which open
before our vision like smoke when i blow through the
window n it glistens in the light peaking through
rolling like thunder, no wonder we winning
no wonder we winning, no wonder we winning
(they like where be at)

i’ll prolly be counting mala beads of a molly please (like a swami-g)
dont blow my high
inhaled through my tongue, blew smoke out my eyes
fresh flow in the sky, while you choke on your pride

i wanna be like olly olly oxen free
in the land of, all of these hypocrisies
we gotta stand up for our property
its possibly, the plausibility that blows our mind

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