The skies grey, the moon shines right though it
unified groove soothin melodies and tunes
in tune with the atmosphere the planets bare
that same beat as my heart matchin.. the snare
passin the stares sneers and snarles of fakes
Tryin’a get in gear on the darkest interstate
I been a bad boy stompin in a big world
Lift florals in the snow yo.. my shit’s thorough
The kid boroughed, to get deep beneath the surface
Found what he couldn’t reach, than he unearthed it...
Ya heard it no stress I measure time like my money
So when I’m assed out it’s like I’ll still have plenty
Worth ain’t defined by pennies but y’all act silly
Braggin on nonexistent papes without any
Now think about that I hope Bush wrecks our shit..
Maybe all we need is to see the trade deficit
in a mess and shit... Economic Disaaster..
Put that on your pinky ring you fuckin greedy BASTARDS
It’s like the renniascance be.. plaayed out
The artist heart gets fucked like pussies and ate out
It’s just the way it is but I’ll never fade to black drop
I stack on top of piles and God tossed the last rock
with an exo-box outlook I see the wholes grandure
Movin shit with candor moon child triple cancer........

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NOT TO BE FUCKED WITH!!!!