RAMA:
It'll be worth it when I die to feed the flowers,
I'll redistribute my proteins, these are temporary powers
and I've always known it's in and out forever this existence is a palindrome,
it all depends, the colors ain't so different through a broken lens,
her hand around my neck, her lips dripping molten lead,
in the end the whole of everything was bitter cold and dense,
terraformed with dents, another awkward silence with closest friends,
indeed there's never been much I can depend on, except for my dog.
He BAD but he precious and soft, me and my tinder match fuck and the depression dissolves,
the paradise was never lost cause we was never with God,
Most pushing raw talent with no business sense,
Five four time that's how grown niggas spit,
five on pump four that's some broke nigga shit,
they said the futures all chrome?
Get some gold in this bitch,
I'm sick of broke nigga shit
miles cooke:
support your local starving for attention artist
seemed to speak heat like they alarmists
fold when they see how they treat the martyrs
been clawing for the opposite
pursuing validation stole the oxygen
smoke like it's by design
40 acres never tipped the iceberg
doomsday had to be the finest
and the farewell devoid of decoration
sulk if you got them 'til the city lights dull in the process
lets play it by the numbers
oh my atheist god complex
on one hand oh so little i've accomplished
let my ego do the talking feel like wilford in a benz at art basel
told my butler jeffery go and cop the artwork
bring nothing to the table but bad posture
the presentation mixed with something awful
my ordinary really be astounding
most these rappers be some hit dogs hollering
nose growing longer than their chances
odds getting rounded by the thousands
so humbly, silence on deck if you fuck with me.
worn from the worst neighbors
namesake still in good company
the stained glass saints seem lovely
but yearn in vain for a luxury
i'm wide eyed like i'm up jumps the boogie
and the m.o. show no mercy
mixed oil with the water on earth day
