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The Quill
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Featuring(s) : The Palmer Squares
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I didn't feel anything, uhh I feel fine I don't feel tired I-Is this real life? [Ubiquitous] Yeah, this is real when I dip the quill, blood fit to spill Was content to just sit and chill But now my head blown up like Mr. Bill I don't flip my image just to fit the bill Or get with gimmicks that the kids will feel A couple of face tattoos with a cup of lean Tri colored hair with prescription pills At the pharmacy where kids get the blues On my Carter III tryna get the Views If this tune don't fit your groove I'm sure Cardi B got the hits for you Pardon me if how big I grew makes it hard to see I eclipse your view Wouldn't spend your muse if the party scene was a centrifuge I been sent to you with a Message of impending doom When I'm riding through on my Paul Revere In love and warfare all is fair At high noon you'll die, now say all your prayers Dollar daredevil balling there U-B-I with The Palmer Squares You'd lose your mind in the hall of mirrors I'd just use the time to play solitaire Upper tier, yeah we right there You could see my flare when I shoot the sky When two divide my vibe unified Like a Shiite cleric with a Sunni tribe True to life, why dispute the lie We might stare at your cutie pie If I listen close when you play your song That don't mean I care for what you describe Pass the flower, roll up nug in the after hour When they close the club, holding bud 'cause I know the plug But when they ask around, I'm like shoulder shrug Then we pour up cups, half the time I don't know what's what Spun the globe, now they show us love I don't show a buzz, I just throw up dubs Y'all know what's up [Acumental] I run from Oakland to Buffalo on a bumpy road to my bungalow Hustle float then I puff a bowl Going up in smoke like the oven broke Out of sight, Hubble scope You won't see me, that's rubber sole Jumping over another foe on a bungee rope in the thunder dome Able-bodied, I take karate Sweep the leg like my name was Johnny Ichiban when I speak a rhyme But the people wanna keep hating on me Got a predilection for teaching lessons Egocentric, I need attention Each and every release I bless Is a feed the press never seems to mention Been scraping the bottom barrel Cape Fear and I'm Bob De Niro American Outlaw, Colin Farrell Finna drop it on 'em like a bombardero Goddamn, it's the return of the fly A mystic misfit burning alive On point like a surgical knife Avert your eyes, say word to the wise You could find Ac pantomiming Even if you tie both hands behind him Can't lie, I'm a tad bit shy but I move fast forward and rewindin' It's all part of the grand design Mastermind with an ax to grind You cats are way past your prime It's asinine how we rap just to pass the time Woke up in an opium den Rolled outta bed and I'm already spent It gets hard to be jovial When you become everything that you've grown to resent I've never been slow Ready to go like I'm holding a rodeo bull and a pen Every show is a global event at the podium over and over again [Terminal Knowledge] Get your hands high (hands up) One time for the disenfranchised (one time) Two times for the capsized ships (two times) Finna cram my dick in your bitch's backside I'm underrated, run the race with prosthetic legs Don't ever question my f*cking greatness Texas Chainsaw, shred the face off your severed head Back on top, high like an astronaut and not not just blasting off Foam at the mouth like a rabid dog A soldier without any camouflage I'm an open target, jump street, broken-hearted One seed grows the garden I know that you know what I spoke and recorded And skin is the stone that it's carved in Row, row, rowin' your boat Sink your teeth in and hope that it floats Smoke a carton through a hole in my throat Live for the weak and alone so long as you're meeting your quota Recidivistic, a bit sadistic, a minor detail, a big statistic A sick and twisted, religious mystic Find a female to hit the skins with Sock it to ya, hallelujah, knock 'em dead, plot revenge Montezuma, I really am through with this shit 6-6-6, privy to Lucifer's tricks Making me nauseous, spewing at this Aim at the target and shoot to the clip Soon to be licking the wounds Truth is, I'd be stupid to loosen my grip Usually rhyme when I talk man Used to get by with a Walkman Any sudden movement, it skips You see a shoe and assume that it fits Do you what Cain did to Abel, making it painful Scooping your brains with a ladle, yuck What are you making excuses? Shut up and take the abuses Term
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