Intro
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Verse
I’m posted
Up at the Railyard
Admiring the art in my peripheral
Refilling
My G-pen
Swangin
My pendant
Like Pendulum
Got a lotta friends but I ain’t swayed by no referendums
Or referees
Ends seem to be a low priority
Tryna play Low End Theory
As I’m touring this universe
And all alternates
Striking flint til spark lit
The arc of a hero who fears no villainy
Never-ending stories cut short
Elevator broke and I’m on the ground floor
Pouring it all out
For the homies
breathing
But hardly living
Giving
Everything my all
Ignoring the grim reaper’s calls
I’m in it for the long haul
Long hall of infinite doors, mostly locked
Everytime a soul swallows its pride it swallows a key
Follow me home
I just gotta make a stop right quick
Writing by myself
Absorbing the environment
But comfortable inside my outlawed, outward quietness
I swear!
I used to be shy
Til I realized there was nothing to hide
My tronfidence defies your
Disguise
Respect is a necessity
Don’t ask me to explain
my near excessive accessories
Just admire the walking gallery
Gaining power hourly to salary
The future will be mallable
The dope pope coping with having seen too much
Fuck a media that can’t stay in touch
Bad writers
Couple a blogs straight pair-a-sites (parasites)
Sucking hype of artists’ hustle
Don’t know
That’s life
Tryna siphon off our cyphers
Don’t know
That’s our life!

Motif (x2)
Hard to produce but so easy to consume
It’s hard to produce but so easy to consume

Verse II
But yet
They complain
If it’s hard to chew
Got damn!
Who grew you?
Talking like your baby teeth ain’t broke thru
I know you as well as you let me
Always got too many cooks in my soup room
Might hit the stoop to let it breathe
Give it room
Your life to nth degree
My grip on reality
Titan (tighten) like Tennessee
Tron fly high when I drive
You Madden on the bus
Scared of the gravity
Down to Urth
Everytime I take off
I prepare for tragedy
But I expect a smooth sail
Ain’t afraid of another crash
Face death
Just copping new veils
I could give you a heads up
Infinite dimensions though
Might call a few tails
Few sure of their future and in denial of their past
Ooooh many lives ahead
But outta foresight
Everything I write is deliberate
Your heart’s cartographer
Your subconscious biographer
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Graffiti on the walls of your temple
Your subconscious biographer
Buy our
Graffiti on the walls of your temple

Motif
Your subconscious biographer (x3)
Hard to produce but so easy to consume (x5)

Outro (Recording)
I hawk a loogie
Talking to a socks-n-shoes fool
You know, shoobie
Oooh, you must be new to the moon, b
Yeah, well,
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