TheMark
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Pray tell me, is or ain't that face paint?
Do you raw or do you race trace?
If you take to take to take
Make that there's grave and snakes your namesake
Tell me, is or ain't that face paint?
Do you raw or do you race trace?
If you take to take to take
Make that there's grave and snakes your namesake
Tell me, is or ain't that face paint?
Do you raw or do you race trace?
If you take to take to take
Make that there's grave and snakes your namesake
Man of no crops, creeping in the jungle of vine
And all things blue, steeping the nine
Hey, is you a ziz you ain't cry lying
Can you be trusted to shame and honor low pros
You're needy, get named no and throw back to the code
A game of board not aimed at dorks and the fame it fords
You think to take to hoard and poorly absorb
The seer is a thief in man's game, a scent of the fangs
Sisyphus deals, eel for meals and hard bangs
Not to swallow the hollow words from cockroaches on strings
So do you pry to kill like when you bang?
So keep you think of a mock, we forget the thief of the art
While we to the park, no shoot or the heart
Sleeping like sharks, rot in the dark
Where if it's dark maybe death is a spark
In the clear and severe of a pier, spear and a spear
So hundred years from here, chilled and in tears
Ten years, cheering, and fall a sphere
Do you kill this to all the ill empty out and refill
With the will of your bitch to bill, fuck a bill, burn a bull
Hell on earth a precursor bull, cart a bull, hurt a bull
Gutter bull, water bill, can't pill
Cause the well ill still spill kill
This goes to those over froze-hearted hoes with a golden voice
And brung nothing to the words but poor choice
This goes hoist a skull and crossbones
Before your Hollywood homes groan in the grease
Slick, slicky, at least the most piteous perk of the mark of the beast
That eats good men into a star on Song Street
This ain't beef, it's called truth in the air, proof to the square
The present is rare, at best, and the rest is set against the breath
Of all fruit to ever fall from your chest
And the mob of the seeds incontaminated left
In other words, you killed the a-killin' of a theft
Tell me, is or ain't that face paint?
Do you raw or do you race trace?
If you take to take to take
Make that there's grave and snakes your namesake
Tell me, is or ain't that face paint?
Do you raw or do you race trace?
If you take to take to take
Make that there's grave and snakes your namesake
Is, is you all finished with this?
After your mid-minutes of risk, then lift
Lift your jaw from my gift, off, off this, this
Milky must wean, not every king appears
Hell is to himself in a dream, you're still what I mean
Your clout is unclean, while I so offer what it is that I theme
Something like rain and heat'll do in the now time
Your beats remind me of flatlines, things without spines
You and your kind can get the black hole and the no sign
Now cough! And stick your thief to the crumb
Is there no dead end to the lung you suck luck from?
It's wind gone like clutched funds or dust done
Run numb, scroll and void, a pump of hype in his toy
Diffuse abusing my likes, but that's not where the real get sliced
It's alright, just another case of give me them drums
You ain't jacking the mic
We were never a drop for the dead
But bred as the clever and got the proof from the lob
Set us a stick, well dead is the better
The haters will hype and escalate to get us
Widow when it says ain't stopping
Empty stomach dream, chopping up in Compton
DI box, socks and iris mocking
Air rocking, rent it and remix Hocking
Relationship-less, over-wristed it
Prodigal brought a law burden gifted and listless
Mother of one drug, it's this stubborn
Addicted to dunn duds, get with it
The manner which we swing with our thorough
No string on the whirr when we do it for dirt up
And it's a stutter of checks little
Ditto the manner in which we snatch with our honor stone
That's what we got it in, Jupiter cool guided us to the answer of art
And the rest is to set stone and to thrones of art
Drums get stole and bones, bones of art
Mark
Tell me, is or ain't that face paint?
Do you raw or do you race trace?
If you take to take to take
Make that there's grave and snakes your namesake
Tell me, is or ain't that face paint?
Do you raw or do you race trace?
If you take to take to take
Make that there's grave and snakes your namesake
Kill, kill, kill, kill
Kill, kill, kill, kill
Still kill, still kill
What a bill can't pill, cause the well ill still spill kill
Still kill
What a bill can't pill, cause the well ill still spill kill
There are two kinds of people
The rich and the rest
Our different colors keeping us dumb
To our identical death