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i feel like this is going to be a team effort.. so here's what my listening ear can contribute
some of this is way off i'm sure..


new sound waves of nothing
i'm punked and i'm punking out to a body drought call it a pout
i call it the shit that i'm upset with, the real shit
delivering thoughts of nothingness
not pressed and i'm proud to say i'm labouring hits that will bring me out of mom and pop's shop july's
not what's inside but behind my guy
i astonishingly cope with why

i tell you it hurts to try
try not why
won't you ever never let me stop
with my duels tucked will i run amuck, a chuck
i'm feeling stuck to you like elmer's ____ glue
see i'm feeling screwed to the floor
can't pimp that whore can't rob that liqueur store
or a self-satisfyingly kill more bare-handed
i vandalize the freestyle mic because it's what i like, don't mean it's right
like the noise of the night or rehearsing next to garageband bands
or recreating the can-can for dream dancing with a friendly fan
how can i believe in who i am to be damned that i am damned

i feel blind deaf and dumb
to a cleverly run pun
pounding my head towards the sun
i'm done before i'm done
i feel sick to spit
please allow to quietly quickly quit
the sax ran off with my drum click

i stay up when sound sleepers sleep
that's where my crossed-eyes meet
not to defeat my heartbeat, but allow you to meet the next side of me
heads turned around on this formerly jinx the clown
on preaching compounds of countdowns
i've never been to the choice town
just finding moments of right now
and right now i'm less than up with the bow downs and metal sounds of my hometown sounds

i'm not hostile, just hip-hop-able
my hands pound, i topple possible
flip tones of being left alone to the dead drone of a perfect tone
i'm still left alone, i'm a full-grown clone
yeah i'm true to the microphone
meanwhile, revert to chapter 2
next side spoke by you, i got nothing left to lose
so i assume with the green two teeth for me
i consume peacefully
ah..ah.. i sneeze rhythmically
not when expelling ____
but first place equally inside my stomache like an ice is a counter of my winding spine
see i'm not old enough to know my child still crouches the clutch as much as the salt stuck
and we believe in nothing, but even in nothing there is something