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chris kenon - nebula lyrics

[verse 1: mach 7]

advil, migraine, ibuprofen’s
how i’m coping, and now you open
this hopeless misunderstood vultures
rhythm of cultures, cultures of rhythm in his sculptures
that he placed in a placement of eight interlaced
sp-ces, octagon basic-ally
enemies would see and flee immediately
n iv’s would creep between the sheets
as the street cracked to the beat
master of pieces, masterpieces released when
the levels deepen, my flow is going n seeping
all over the region at an intermediate demons speed
you rest in peace please
no peace treaties will ever greet me
maybe from a ouija
board, leave me restored in a cd store
so i won’t have to be seen no more
they don’t hear the rhythm or the lyrics
in my spirit, pondering my nearness to
clear ear splitting, spit written visions different
at picture perfect learning instances
instantly entering new places i’m changing
back in the day i played them games
but not anymore i’m not the same, kid

[verse 2:chris kenon]

i remember reminiscing on my differences
only difference is i was putting them in sentence’s
cl-ss was boring so i took my notes from ab
i remember they would laugh
when i kicked a flow in cl-ss
now the studio my lab
third eye first
whipping in the honda cause i’m tryna dodge a he-rs-
the depression gets recessive
when i’m lost in my ways
secluded from society cause i been writing for days
ok!
pity the compet-tion when i write in composition…
i’m a villain with vision but somethings missing…

[verse 3: mach 7]
killin it explicit
ten degrees higher i’m a lighter lighter
lightin spires on fire inspire ire
in entire tribes otherwise known
as diatribe driven
drier than dionysus is
f-cked like isis is
oh did i forget
i don’t like this sh-t
rhyme rhyme rhyme til i’m mindless sh-t
the pen and the mind work hand in hand
the men can’t define what they can’t understand
left and right brain, symmetrical together
give effort, or it might rain on yo sweater
clever, get with my metaphor endeavors
kissed by the fire-kissed pipe
kissed by the type who set fire to pipes
with magnifying gl-ss light
a.k.a different or crazy
my entendres border on hazy

[outro: chris kenon]
you can forget the absence, had to get my mind right
while i’m stuck in the shade, just repping the 8
no lime light

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