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brutalmagician - mental lyrics

[intro]
(shake that body, party that body)

[verse 1]
attention+ it’s rigamortis, we rushing like clinton portis
recording points like we jordan, we partying like we floridans
sorting apples and oranges, love is all with the tourists
forgetful of how good a tourist is, maybe banking a balance is better than wasting your talent cleetus who didn’t feed us when he was part of the needless
now his pouches is always seedless and his momma takin his needles with obama’s care in cleveland with no time to grind with fines in time to ruin his ol “wine n dine”
no pops with him, so why an eye if i was him
man i would try, but just instead he’d just whine n’ cry
why come herе young man, why ya lie?
we clipped your wings, why ya tryna fly?

[verse 2]
i’m vеrbally vicious, i make a he+rs+ with these scriptures
my verses suspicious cause it’s so crisp, the way i murder these b+tches
smoking herbs with the sinners, spittin fire on earth at the purgatory minions
rising for a certain glory, grinning the way i’m losing myself
sippin’ on truth from the shelf, music is health, f+ck pursuing the wealth
maneuver from help, produce it myself, polluting the well with my two minute h+ll
abracadabra, i’m shooting that spell, art is magic and magic is art
i chew through mc’s in deadly waters like hammerhead sharks
(i’m feelin’ notorious, word to biggie’s name)

[verse 3]
y’all talkin about a dragon, i’m spittin’ that flame instead
from tragics to classics, i’m mashin’ these plastic heads
you gaspin’, i’m passin’, i’m fashionin’ with wrath in red
you lacking the sk!lls to battle and if you do you’ll be dead
i’m past the point of passive, i’m crashin’ through static zones
turn rap music into chapels, i’m baptizin’ these microphones
i’m the sermon and the sin, i’m the fire under your throne
i got ‘em burnin’ off the verses like matches to ancient poems
i’ll spit sentence’s so cold it’ll shake you down to your bones
other rappers all sound the same like all of them have just been clones
and if you try to fight it, i’ll hit you straight in your dome
i’ll even take all of your sh+t, your wallet, your money and phone
you better not get back up if you wanna go back home
without a scratch, believe me when i say i’ll leave you with broken bones
i’m really writing these rhymes to be able to hone
[verse 4]
you call this sh+t ‘catastrophe’, i call this sh+t ‘fantasy’
better run, anatomy, finna get you, task from me
all i am, energy, fetish; thou the peggery
you move like a centipede, i move where i shouldn’t be
all the knights say it’s heresy, others say it cares for me
i don’t give a hair for me, eyes locked, f+cks are scared of these
i’m not at the guard of eden, although all i see is berry trees
this sh+t is a lair of keys, got caught in the fanta sea
it’s name is “dalarrite”, it said “do you marry me”
hit it’s ass to the fantasy, so it’s gone, the calamity
that had always terrored me, so now it’s my lair and me
laying in my bed with reeses, thinking i should die with peace, yee
so now it’s only me+me, growing with insanity
i don’t know the better me, sh+t is growing, verily
i really gotta hand it to me, k!lling everyone, in my retinas
and out came the calamity, it seems i was the fantasy

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