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begonias

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Dum Dum Dum Dum Dum dum Chaos and Order Clay pestle and mortar 700 rotations, I won't say anymore The day obeys the claymore Facts aren't always congruent I'm sure we can agree God is a black woman Shapes from under the rug Drill bits covered in blood I can't count past a bunch And even mid sentence Looking for redemption I play the greens, eat the blues, read the funny pages Avoid the news, it's nothing new Pickled morals I, too, want some nigga spoils Perish avonia Me and two avalonias Picking begonias in Fredonia Nevermore, this rhyme don't have a single metaphor I wrote this in a temple that's also a record store Somehow I never made sense But it always paid the bills Back in my day we called that (skills) (skills) I'm an escape merchant Mastering the fifth through eighth circuits Time and again I have to learn patience is purpose I'm always trying to cut the line bifurcating parallel Very well, and that's my liberation from hell My rocket mechanism pocket Symphony's pessimism at the buffet To update my poetic weapons system Blessed with the ism from a young age Very early on Tales from the deep end It always felt cheap and When they claimed to be demons As if a human wasn't much worse There's no depths to their blood thirst Hey, but what's a goon to a goblin One of them nights when the moon get to wobblin' Truths be booty naked on street corners I ain't know streets were porter I'm a poet Red guard Ruby Yacht head garb To keep evil thoughts out They walk or stroll about I think you holdin' out But that's alright That's alright But that's alright But that's alright [?] boulevard Where niggas will pull your card And a poet keep a pokey on them Plums from the garden P This is reminiscent of moments I kept in an album I lived Child standing up in a crib Looking over the edge with life ahead While Mike's life and dreams collide Forcing me to go outside and step [?] I'm mechanized, precision My mind's different, infinite options For how to let it drop and make a rise Appearing like craft to the naked eyes When Babylon is capsized and flooded In the backdrop the holders of the culture Stayed alive through verses Packed vultures To pack down vultures I ignite and let it burn down to the roach clip Then I rap and repack that Push caps back My pops sat me down and said "Son the anointed one" I painted abstract after that Became more acquainted with the [?] my pen New levels, new devils it's No beginning and no end Time beckons nearer I found myself outside of mirrors The balance being made the callous seem insincere Impaired I'm a wizard no matter what clothes I weared and wore I bear the weight of the torn My rhyme book for a handful of blue corn There's a lot of things I couldn't move on or from Imagine using a coupon for a gun Only to steal a life From a place they'd do that if your shoes was too nice Must be why we wore the ugly ones Must be why I can't speak my mother tongue Cuz we don't know it Had to become a poet and invent one Been to hell and back and then some So I thought you had said somethin' And I was ready to exterminate over that From the dark corner the map read "Here be dragons" Time lashes I been both baskin' and robbin' Failed class but mastered my options It's R.A.P. Ferreira, nigga Mastered the error, nigga And now I'm a terror, nigga And now I'm a terror (Calvi "I want my own voice in art to be far from polite I don't think I'm someone that wants to dress something up To make it more digestible for a viewer I think like especially in this case it's it's um Pretty raw"