Bpswr
Clear Soul Forces

And it sound so nice

Hip hop you the love of my life

We 'bout to take it to the, to the (to the top)

One time for the boom bap

A combination backpackin' sub woofer rap


And it sound so nice

Hip hop you the love of my life

We 'bout to take it to the, to the (to the top)

One time for the boom bap

A combination backpackin' sub woofer rap


The game's been lukewarm for so long

No hot songs or cold flows

Hell can heat heaven

Angels on my side heat rise

I eat wings spit right back wash beverage


Refreshin' the flow like it

The wordplay is words wit'

[?] enemy I know

You gotta feel my energy

More than a shit together

Letter by letter describing

Compare me to mad scientist

Whippin' his wrist for dollar signs

Tough times for minds

When these dollars get consolidated

Feel some kinda way shit

Caught up in the matrix


Dodging all of that make ships, spits, [?]

Gon' fit right under we'll put you on the edge of a forklift

Hot (shhh) on the rise

But a nigga keep his balance

Like acrobatics above a pool of nonsensical madness like [?]


Itinerary for the visionary

Sit down with [?] all we got is us in turn mercenary

Master assassin got it down to a letter

Spit a verse and I'm putting chords on an [?]

The livest one I'll be the master

Play, lyrical roulette with a Gatling gun

While they say that they rap for fun and I blast ya'


The pieces equivalent to filament

That's microscopic

Fucking chopping up the science of mathematics

Impostors backwards like this lecture

Fuck rappers who next to

They say what, I say who

All of these Dr. Seuss's


Looking stupid copycatting your raps

Be mother goose's my shit is foolish


You just in that shanty picking up tulips

In the field blow like, dice

[?] your battlefield, I never yield

When it come to the h2o I got my gills, now I'm skilled

You drowning, I'm back to the strokin'

A dead rapper ocean, your bitch I'm chokin'

She think it's provokin', esophagus closin'

And now I'm ending my night

She getting my pipe


Lay me down like at the end of the night

Between the sheets make [?]

Contagious spreading feeling the right

Love sick, spitting up a scribe

I administer hard beats

That adrenaline stick with him in life

It never cease remain living inside

Keep both eyes on the sparrow

Else my legs quiver when I shoot a bow and arrow

Aim it at your ear lobes

Spread love like bread crumbs

So watch your blindside

Why you rocking it's the love of my life


Like stars to the broken famous

Signing autographs murder stages

I have another stamp on my passport before the day ends

And that goes for the next day and the following arrangements

Still broader than that plain shit

You selling out shows and still wondering where the change went

You ain't slept in three days overseas ways

I hold the mic in my hand

Like Robocop out of the side of his leg

I blast your hair off

Tyson on the mic with a knife

Slice your ear off, and peel off

In a go-cart drinking a Smirnoff

One time for the boom bap

A combination backpackin' sub woofer rap


And it sound so nice

Hip hop you the love of my life

We 'bout to take it to the, to the (to the top)

One time for the boom bap

A combination backpackin' sub woofer rap


And it sound so nice

Hip hop you the love of my life

We 'bout to take it to the, to the (to the top)

One time for the boom bap

A combination backpackin' sub woofer rap


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