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letra de caturday (onhell_mashdi) - tripliss

[intro: tripliss]
head raised high as i stroll through life, but bet it’s not pride that bolsters my stride
pensive as i peer into a never-ending sky
lilliputian in comparison, my corporeal demise
still rise like the water every night at high tide for my existence lacks a purpose but the one that i prescribe
no longer feel the need to capsize despite the ending i surmise, for my best i strive

[hook: tripliss]
dive down, plunge into the ocean
fish frenzy i’ve started a commotion
remora ride free so i’m needing a remotion
like a shark, keep it moving, locomotion
ask what’s up and i’ll say i’m feynman
superfluid with the flow, breathing helium
don’t want to bohr you with the interim
in a minute i’ll be dropping bombs, doc manhattan

[verse 1: tripliss]
flatten fickle foes for forgetting who they sided with
flippant while i finish off their leader with a clever quip
adoration makes them drop their dedication real quick
rip through impostors, no posers poison in my clique
burp like rick then i’m off in my sp-ceship
pocket portal gun, aperture about to bootlick
fleaflick gimmicks, maverick when i dropkick
slay a basilisk, save the school thanks to godric

cen-bite status as i scrawl in the scriptorium
when i write, quarry go deep into my cranium
trying to cop a couple gems
trying to make a couple yen
trying to decorate your day with pages i illuminate
once skated over concrete waterfalls
with my pater, 8 straight hours so you know we landed sprawled
my pop couldn’t shove it but he riding up the walls
only covered in that blood cause he cutting up the bowl
don’t drawl, never lob my polysyllabic p-sses
cracking ankles fast as lightning, but it me that’s getting blitzed?
qb op, grip st-tches, smell the gr-ss
words spiral off my fingertips, know we won, hear the br-ss

so boasted the brash neophyte wordsmith
who delivered from his pulpit a molten m-ss of sultry bullsh-t
faulty looking gl-ss portrays vultures as poultry, which is why my fowl scowl reflects a c-cky grin back at me
blind boxing casualties with mp3s, veggie flow got your ears looking like cauliflower or broccoli
walk with me

[verse 2: tripliss]
mythical might allows me to write atypical torrents of lexical dynamite
impolite, flexing on ponderous troglodytes
buffering bluffers who stutter at poker night
thick brick wall, spin your -ss round, time to take a lap
sail a sea made of b-tter tongue a rudder to my cutter
splutter the cluttered jargon of my friends
novel how i throttle then gobble dawdling to grovelling goliathans
scholars shudder, sentence fragments make my mandible a mess
molars masticate my message mumbles jumbled in my jaw

- tripliss

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