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P.O.S.
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Get Smokes
Get smokes we aint got bodegas we got gas stations
choke steady rock ready for whatever pops
Split the surface like machete chops
Better lost quick to toss directions
To a trash can anyway slash fast getaway
Crash whatever path and stop
Whether its caskets or gas hits last drops
Ill stash whatever math Ive added in a basket and bury it
You let em pull the wool Ill pull the chariot faster
Lungs like California raisins
Singing some kinda blues version of search and destroy
Im talking Stooges weathered tissue and bruises
Iggy raw respect or step back
Cute is what we aim at see where the flames at
Neglect your neck Im on some Ichibad Crane raps
Scared of the headless gaps in any audience maps
Exactly where Ima buckle the whole frame
Knuckles up the ruler is coming to measure
The rudiments of your struggle by the inches
Quit bitchin keep building
Sheep sleep still shepherds dont peep dreams
Reach til its real thoughts breach seams
On a 5950 clipped skull dollar bill
Keep the uniform wrecked trends kill
Necks bend still when I step
Bend steel when I flex head
Kneel to the next near never
No kings ever nope
Sever all that just rap
Just a hair too abrasive for a nation on soft
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Dirty when the style aint
Bringing the bomb squad density irritate
Diggin in the crates full of sodium nitrate
Burnt up my fingertips roofs on fire
Fine just let me get in and find a warm place to sit
Its fucking freezing out
Who got a cigarette?
Whos got an ove glove and a hard hat for me?
(All I got is) dirt on the jeans ash in the cuffs
Scuffs on the skate highs
Keep em laughing at us trust
Trust that I make (knives) that will land in your guts
If your touch is not welcome
Pacified pacifist seldom
Someone took the nook
Keep yelling on em
No telling whatll happen if you
Pass the fifth
Keep your flash pasteurized mines like fresh outta the tit
Ick schick sharp shards for darts
Promise of skill arms up guard your heart
Freal high crime low art
Protect your neck face- satans bride
Sparks for the underground ash for the waste
Cmon take down clowns in the fake crowns
Sound the loud siren get off my island
Doomtree crew to consume the loose silence
Fill it to the top with the live shit
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