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Dune city, no one I knew took pity The moon wit' me, every utterance a nature sound Yogibogeybox iridescent, pileus clouds I study the old scrolls with sincerity The prosperity of the sole proprietor climbed higher Gin soaked raisins by the fire, while I strum these blues Duckin' bad news in several precincts This machine in my hands allows me to talk with dead n***as Mitochondrial Eve, the Mocha Lisa, bogus rebreather Eyes full of fate, relapsed meat eater With a hand full of bullet grapes, bodeen Moving quiet as ghost feet A sip is earned, the plot dreading this next turn Yo, I'm the type you either grow to love or learn to hate Ain't no in-betweens, I'm either heavy, or a featherweight To set it straight, my broken arrows [laurels?] Folk dancin', last chances Carved from the ashes of wasted olive branches, technology advances In the hands of the average, savagery will make a Stallion a glue factory defect My name is only Z, so nothing after me, respect The sleep you're getting won't be smooth or easy Disease, plague, and pestilence complete me Delete me, the vacuum of my absence is the presence of catastrophe Everybody on the mountaintop thought they were man enough Every hero has a plan until the blueprint self destructs Everything the light touches is up for discussion Heavy conversation, ultimatum, bluffing, then nothing One, two, ay, ay, ay, ay I got different trains of thought I invented I presented back the rental, "What? That panel been dented." Shady cop stopped my Legend, said my window's too tinted I sent a text, cause and effect, regret I sent it I gets blinted, it helps me stay vented One time I acted like O-Dog, I was a menace I take a slow jog, or walk "What is the difference?" says the walker Coincidence, says the stalker "I am not Spider-Man," says Peter Parker The devil is a lie, my levels always high I never say goodbye, I fly like a bird who never learned how to fly I just tried and didn't die Just learn to, learn to fly One, two, yeah I went through the back door with Oswald My codename was The Afro Scofflaw My grandma was half a**hole and half Choctaw We connected like Black Bolt and Lockjaw Yeah, I'm Chief Kanisky, I know all your secret history You got a playlist called Read the Mint Leaves I listened and it was all me and Mitski Put dough up, I watch when my coins fail I think I'm Orson Welles avoiding voicemail This is phase three, n***as wear paisley Big shout out to Count Ba** D I'm sleepy, sometimes I'm sneaky I internet strong, feelings are hurt weekly I fly the Apache or I'ma guy at the factory My thing with the times, too divided, exactly
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