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letra de string theory - the myth of ken

throw away your rackets with the pixel pickled packets
its a tmap to the popi with a sm3p jacket
you’re a lion to my lioness my lyin’ -ss is whisperin’
your cochlea are chokin’ on my c-ck we all have issues with expansion
you’re a natural the suction is increasing
soon the pressure will expel and blow your ossicles to kingdom
i’m coming for your safety and the darkness that inhabits it
your light is sprinkled over trickled laughter; pitter-pats in it
the c-mberland gap is about to widen when i wake up
you’ll be sleepin’ with the swimmers like a clubber full of makeup
downin’ levonorgestrel like harry potter in the dark arts
you’ll cry yourself to sleep expelling harmless little par carts
i’m dusting your crop with an f-150 and an a-12
you’ll be lookin’ back on 20s wishin’ ladies said you aged well
i’m narcolepsy starin’ you at 80mph and later
you’ll be studyin’ my text like i’m prequel to ancient slater
i’ll be storytellin’ generations future
you’ll be wishin’ that the crowds won’t boot ya
you’re dense enough to overtake a neutron star
while i’m carbonitin’ everything you say you are
soup in a mug keep it hot til its cold
you f-ckin’ with b-tches thats good til they old
i’m ridin’ in waves that be linked to the past
you wakin’ on winds that ain’t ever gon’ last
spoonin’ on moons like apollo with guidance
draft to the sun make it rain like i’m midas
crete like a crater on dark side of t-tus
smash like a god when they chain ike to fight us

i’m a beast i’m a god
i’m the man in your eyelids that creeps when you nod
i’m a beast i’m a god
i’m the symptoms of lock-step that make you a fraud
i’m a beast i’m a god

daylight; nightlight
spectral vision all up in my gl-sses 4-dimension
i’m eternal with the dreamy vision; spy kids with the prison
listen to the lesions in your legionnares – you’ll get a raise

this is string theory
i’m stringing garbage into nonsense
i’m puppet master wringin’ broken messages to compliments
i’m incinerate but i’m not insinuating intricates
i’m seiving several signals like a seperatist (seperate this)
i’m a pirate– i’m hooked on p-ssion
phonics-f-ckers pack a whallop in their -punch—boom- practice
packers steal and steelers pack – long arm of the law
you can whip it out or bush it up – luck song of the draw
what luke cage is to bullets? i am to papercuts
i’m stuck inside a tracer-rut – ring-bound til i pull it (blow!)
i’ve been suckin’ on my thumb since i discovered it
i’m suckin’ major machs upon a stretch of mile – mock trial combat

i am not a puppet i am an atom
i’m intrevaneously placing apples near to adam
on the eve of the inquiry i left you with a journal task
string up all the non-believers; leave them in eternal past

dusk into dawn
i’m only here to nut until its gone
with acryllic in my wand; i squeeze the piller til its flan
this is flaunting at its greatest i’m just rubbin’ it in pavement
i’m becoming into placence with the stasis of this utter casus
what’s left to do until i’m speaker-bound and wired-up
time is my creation its a seeker-found from piled-stuff
open up the file that i left for you to read
the truth you’ll find is 7:12 an error thrown in pseudo-nese
glitched encapsulations leave me private to the industry
i’m public m-st-rbation i’m obscene but yeah you’re into me
it’s 40 days and 40 nights you feel the tingle in your thighs
hands are busy workin’ this is amos 6:5 this is string theory

- the myth of ken

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