Never treat a letter better than when I drop a flow/
Rock it, stock the drip, sock it – cock it, let it blow
I’da said it slow but I got to flip the drop you sip. see – to rip the top, you trip. But I slip a rock in your drink – cause the enzymes spell rhymes,
Well, to tell signs you woulda fell; times –
Back of a sell sign, but thanks to my rock – that sell sign was flipped, cause the drop I spelled with your enzyme turned the end times into an elsyne – elysian smell, can you tell mine?
Nevermind, I’d’ve mel-mind, mind meld to a bell, kind
Well, can you sell time? or do you wanna recycle the life still? – Still?
Look, you fell kin-da, but I sell signs, ya? instead of losing your life I put a fell sign with elsyne; an enzyme to shell / blank – ya gel tank /
How many times would I have to spell mime? So, instead of selling to you for your well time – I drop a stone in your drink to propose own inner think, now prose spawn in the sink – aren’t you glad I carried your sone tone to the brink, showed you that you can form a known lesser, let alone a known to form a better set of knowledge, I’m teaching you how to recycle your time – instead of selling it / I’m a sublime type of kind – sly? pro foresight, or a fly kinda high, either why, I tried to ride the die, so slide to side – or, bye, bye / ’cause you’re in two lie; well, one tie, two side / I’m showin you through old eyes how you die – remember how you tried to drink that chaser, well two sides – I laced you with truified suicide / So, I lied, I am – hey! – still your guide, but I had to bide the fewer sides of the silver die – better that, than the silver tongue of the pilfer song /
When you’re finished here you won’t remember who you wrong; no, who you were – that’s my pilfered tongue, ’cause I took to long and your sentence is starting to come undone – it’s affecting me, so I bet you’re setting free you regrets, in-chi – inching towards the sink, in T total / but, you get to jump back to the trump rack, dump back in your old slump rack – re-thunk that / Now that your stile open, broken, you set free – No totem ever spoken, tether hoping’, weather token – here’s your white coin, should remind you of your light boing – but that’s you now – you got the sight flowing, your darkness will follow you, but, to you, your light glowing – remember the slight growing, tight knowin’ / Black / – Only, you hoein’, so do that – through lack, you lose that of which your sight knowin’, but maybe you’re right in knowin’ that the type you hoein’ is that – huh – of which you lack / See how I been lackin’ that – or stackin’ black / Just cappin’ tracks and I feel the need to relapse on that
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