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letra de the crayon sharpener - themselves

right off the bat…irregular’s my first disclaimer…
second’s…what once was rap’s always changing…this frame of
reckons the next basis for improvement…and that’s about it…
unless stasis sn-tches movement to latch a crowded
skinner’s box, chop…chop…there’s ideas to have…
bigger shock…a lot stops…
must you be in a lab to feel part of advancement?
you real art love ain’t a chance in
any faith’s h-ll, they’re not tempered the same…
if you can’t tell the preaching is not why i came…
just throwing facts and figures out there…catch…
on give back…be bigger share…match
my mutually exclusive with your collectively exhaustive…
truthfully stupid is more a perspective. we’ll
lost it in unison…unison…you’ve become
a work in process…a process…an odd test is process…ahh yes…
show me a prehensile tail is not your style homie…
the mental well…has no dial
pressure gauge, favorite spot physiologically…
say has anybody got exact change for camaraderie…
you…could it be you…could it be you…you…could it be…no
then humble it is…every able axis grab an oar…go fumble with
ideas since prenatal practice…i’ll step ash0r-…
just leave the maps, money, and chewing gum behind, peace
you’ll be back harmony is just that um…kind
of gross enduring a lonely open flame
enjoys less in the absence of fine company
there’s always room for one more where the ceiling’s drip well
put and walls crawl with forethought…have a seat…
on what looks to be…is it a floor…wrong
it’s not just a beckoning light in a young blood’s present
darkest future, but a culture…
for a darkest future we’ve bled culture…

acid vigor, human error and little white lies…
that’s what mcs are made of…

bluntly, our pain and slab nativity scene’s infested…
ugly’s got it by the h-rns, so lovely
gets molested molding hardship from tragedy
splendid way of thanks giving we’ve
perfected dastardly to watch our backs disgusting practically
spared no expense at all in rapidly
rusting out our roots and groove potential forelorned…
nothing surprises me anyhow…rude of me…shucks
you people seem nice, just look at those smiles…
and that’s not the half of what it does for those
who thrive to its influence, nodding heads
as hard as hearts can stand
pure prudence, lovers of lyric and construction
know this wonderland makes running a mill more bearable…
i.e. hype releases make weeks
poor one’s make laughs hysterical
“music’s my life, man” is some lame -ss understatement of a force
no clever contraption of words could ever contract
or conserve into some digestible scr-p
indispensable is rap’s ties to you and eye’s
wrack minds of the observant
wash back and the lace air of cipher with
that comparable most wonderful thing on earth…
breeze of keen and opportunity…
astonished full of all but…daily tomfoolery’s
been proven clinically…
a best time to…hmmm…let’s see…train the pallet…jel
please faze your gallant composure through
my altered statement of why any censor’s power’s feeble…
we’ll handle ours if you do your evil…
angles a long shot impossible and p-sses off simple moms of drones
protecting their happy homes
from back rows at church…truth hurts…
come on now…slide me a seat in the senate and see how tolerance works…
i meant it’s awful easy to condemn and never been attempted…
take unity for demonstration purposes…
so in the end, my extra-righteous tirade services
only the colossal unjust of our juxtaposition…
and glorifies how deep blank runs…sickened…
that’s a apropos…since we are what we overcome…
on a rock where fruits of labor are sold…
although i do believe it’s pr-nounced soul…

- themselves

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