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letra de pastrami on rye - trash colony

[verse 1 — vincent verrgo]
jaguar sharkskin, wolf headrest with bed head
seven mcs stuck in bed rest
groove with deadheads or spiders on mars
defeat a b-tch father, no fighters on call
the flow fly, with wind filling old sails
pinned against the wall with seadogs lost and frail
who drowned in thoughts of [?] and hold the line
and brace with zipties, ‘baby i’

[verse 2 — nimrod]
uh, uh, uh, uh
sl!cks skatin’ round with a chip on they hip
the kids pout and the b-tch flippin’ town with my spit
giving out in a [?], extract the focus ’til they heads nod
a skinny pale fraud who plays the game and breaks the kevlar
sever heads of dead stars and wrap ’em round my neck
then i infiltrate the labels just to sh-t on the cheques
then we in the landfill, pay no mind to any decimals
you credit? forget it. we only rep it if it’s credible

[verse 3 — vincent verrgo]
i throw darts at portraits of you and you and you
part c’s forfeit, loose rebel binds too
bonsai, [?] stick fingers in a cop’s eye
majai pulling up for gas on the wrong side
yeah, vinny barrel out the mystic ball
tear apart the paragons and fist [?] living [?]
keep a dutch like a dagger in his t–th
god d-mn, if only i had sold what i smoked last week!
[verse 4 — nimrod]
yeah, yo, you can’t keep up, my [?] just speeding past the margin
i be eating [?] though i told you all to beat it
i keep hearing all this talking but i still manage to barge in
spit it tight, leave the stage with thirty counts of arson
late night, under those street lights
thugs beware my st–ze breathes like a [?] when it’s mixed right
my [?]
[?]
i ignite like [?]

[verse 5 — vincent verrgo]
twist [?], whiplash, mustache like spliffs
always off task but can fix a ‘rillo fast if it rips
can’t focus, when i roll travel with the locusts
set the swarm on those who set the gavel into motion
walk hallways acting doberman
known to keep a notebook the same bag the dope is in
hoodie’s all stained by folgers
posted outside to check a gift horse for soldiers, hardly sober

[verse 6 — nimrod]
yo, life’s a b-tch, i hold a light to my spliff
there’s cold nights in a cipher though i’ll write ’til i’m stiff
hold my mind in a fizz, this night’s as frightenin’ as it gets
tight in the trips, i write tight, mighty lightning as this
brainwashed for cig b-tts and things he used to never do
back when i was timid and it mean that i will fret the mood
nowaday, all i wanna do is take my feet up
listen to nirvana ’til i’m sippin’ on that bleach cup
[verse 7 — vincent verrgo & nimrod]
mountain in the ashtray, catch my spirit out the window
waiting for the day when i’m dragged down with my kinfolk
kaiju blind and depressed
my sh-t chokes, levitate the flow when i be freakin’ a thick toke
one big intense cinematic sh-tshow
standing tall, spittin’ opposite where the wind blows
uh, uh, i take over the [?]
mix goal with crêpe flows and swisher sweet mangoes
you couldn’t pin me down the repetition of a circle strafe
i’m too untelegraphed and will be ’til the pearly gates
busted in, running up the flavor like i’m wolfgang puck
then shoot blunts from the holes of my new chucks
doom guns, i held a bfg before i needed to bfa
so now i [?] sea spray
we get phased and breathe nox, leaving divots in the bedrock
i stomp heavy in dead stock so let’s talk

- trash colony

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