Warm body squishee
Anything can be made real
Human fear of imagine, transition, spooky ghost light phantasm.
My paranoia drunken jew Allen thoughts turned proper parable real.
Scared that I forgot what was live and what was dream.
Sabretooth Hyde taking over and I ‘m like it so thriller.
Bombastic sinnery and me self so deathly sinful
Loverly painful, darkness embraceful
Change the pieces and give in to vengeance
Anger rising, peaceful, enthralling, fuck them pussyclots. Wanna rage, crush, fuck a kill no regrets.
Demonseed no reject. Accept the beast cuz so fun yeah.
Inner me too hard too exorcise. Try each year and accept the lapse. Too much stress for dickless anger bang
Thissa UK bass with the lundun twist
twixt the rhyme and rubble of breakbeat streets
chains broke off feet not on the necks
runnin man and femmes runnin thru projects
runnin clean the projects
runnin diabolique Man U script
flip a deck flip a crypt
less prison complex
less stock feed for coppa bullets
rubber ends meetin beatin chests
I may go a capella with no DJ indentured
silent keys I forgone the music scriptcha
too much symbols when the math of science in ma
head fulla causes and technicals of the universe
I against I so battle inverse
words turns grimy and messages perverse per verse
spit to get the taste out
outta mind and mouth
insured for censure so I speak wild invective
defensive jah man
spirit feeling strong
might die fore I starta
sell souls so we barta
lock em in a cubicle
seein sunlight is harda
break walls for the victims
no prison for none of us
Your words are like mother’s milk
Much of this historical analysis is focusing on past marketing and capitalistic co-opting. Markets flourish and budge their way in no matter the substance of the times. A leech finding a vessel does not change the initial function.
Every person can always bring it back to themselves. The conception of individuals are farce for selfish endeavours and millenniul excuses.
Using a gun is like fucking a women with someone else’s dick.
Player man, talkie man