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Isis Intro
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Jam Baxter
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I can't get them out (what?), the thoughts in my mind With my heart in my mouth I try force out the rhyme Worn down I climb in my sandpaper suit With four thousand lies in a bag labelled truth Yeah I move, yeah I move with a heap of the pengaleng Dreaming of sleep, reach for the pen again Flee from the stress to them far away hill sides Cuz all the kings buggles couldn't carbonate still life If shits still dry pick a better beverage Sill jam baxter, the interstellar pessimist Shit.. repping outer space with a wooden spoon Sat with a bag of sour grapes try'na cook a stew Sugar shoes I dance the prangalang boogaloo Pushing through the brassness, patch it up good as new Book a few days in a casta-del drug mash Then its straight back to rot in hells puss flaps f*ck that.. I speak words and mean em Navigate reason feet first to freedom I'm a keep sinning in this latter-day Eden Its crease cuz the rattle snakes apples taste decent Now I creep with the scatter brain legion We lacerate beats and decapitate demons The barricades weaken, dementia empowers me Soon to develop wings, shedding skins hourly, bust it Yeah, its spack out Monday, unravel yourselves.. Round of applause please..
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