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Staple Nex
Bill Laswell
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The repetition of echoes can be used to approximate distance
My joint is forty-six bars, embalmed in palms
These words are songs misshapen and twisted like snakes making new babies
Cum stains on white paper like invisible ink
Indivisible link
Not advisable to drink blood anymore, vampires die too
APC, romanticize and fantasize pain
Don't call it an abstraction, call it by name
Insane like three sixes, the prefixes for preamble
Don't gamble a chance the ramblings can serve as a precursor
Tertiary colors blending
Another ending means a new beginning
Play it again and watch the walls melt
Bubble up, double up like blisters
I'm Mr. Don't Give Up
You don't wanna, I can't feel anymore
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The day greets me
I wake with an unchained approach for travel
Charmed by a journey of sheer spectacular
Beauty as a pilot of exploration
Hovering unfamiliar landscapes
Mouth like a monster maze
Needing an atlas, a shade above pity
Reason escapes me
Held hostage by sour intention where any and all confidence
Is made impossible by the tearing of doubt's imposition
Compressed in the grasp of misfortune by the malice of circumstance
Choking, using my spleen as a water bottle
Desperate to seek triumph on the verge of tears
Because dirty under the fingernails despair survival requires
That it find comfort lying in the bosom of unpleasant fiction
And whose leisure solely takes pleasure in such vulgarity
Absent of all remorse
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In the landmine of my thought shelter
I delta above the skelter helter
Then crash from heights of forty thousand
To the mic and bubble like it's seltzer
Swiss back the witchcraft with focus like the eyes of an elder
Shining like a welder
Refined five thousand years under cinderblock in the cellar
Hell of it, deceitful vocal dramatic meller
Mood swing edgy on shake like Jell-O
Eight in one hold like Teddy, I'm ready
Twist styles on wax plates like mano spaghetti
I stay on my square, trip like a stair
Remove the flair, burn off your hair
Fry your dome medium rare to raw
From the open jaw throat slice cripple claw gore tour
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