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coal cash - 1080 mile radius (lunatic) lyrics

just like that, (yeah.) it’s just silence (f-ck you, there’s no silence) f-ck yourself.( i don’t even like silence.) why do i even do this.( i wonder that all the time)i don’t know, i don’t know why you do anything dude.(f-ck this is a song) you’re a f-cking loser. why do you get up? (yup it looks like that time again)why did you survive the suicide? why did that happen? , i’m gonna have to go in and just slay it with rhymes. (yo show ’em, k!ll these motherf-ckers, jus..just do it. do it.) yeah some night sh-t

on some knight moves known for hooking when i strike dudes
took to central booking n-gga’s looking like food
pigs we fight through and triggers might shoot
but on 80 proof liquor think i’m quicker then light moves
swifter then iq’s in the mind of einstein times 2
picture the prime time in my mind when i shine through
it’s true pigs can fly you can die from the swine flu
confusion by design paralyze what ya spine do
illusions rule the mind you cosign to what you find true
i knew you were blind lemmings follow in line behind you
lucrative rhymes are paradigms of my divine view
the future is mine and i’m enshrined with a sublime proof
define truth to euthanize who despise the root
shoot you in the eyes hypnotized by the guise of loot
survive a nuke rebuke the tide that had tried to roost
reclusivly hide before my foolish pride tied the noose
crucified if you decide to side with politics
where wallets get demolished when they pay for ya college scholarship
working blue collar shifts get striped of dollars with
no solace for the novice impoverished living in squalor’s pit
i’m william wallace b-tch screaming valhalla
while kabbalah crafts the golem i’m solemn to what the problem is
i’ll knock the columns with the fury of samson
the temple stanchions getting crushed from my destructive expansion
i’m enhancing the ranting tantrum spit an anthem of wild craziness
my brain makes me a thousand and eighty mile radius
i’m wayne brady smacking a baby off ya ladies t-ts
the sh-t i spit lately so crazy i think i may be sick
the sh-t that they played me like it greatly immersed purpose
is the purpose my verse surfaced to take a sh-t on the circus
your a worthless piece of sh-t from flatulence of -ss hole accidents
so acclament an attempt before heaven’s sent a scent of your sacrament
i’m an active applicant adapting trax till your synapses spent
an immense sense of energy in the telemetry of how many laps it went
no sense of levity or brevity in my mental telepathy
i’m respectively the best and even death is scared to get next to me
impressively manifest to express the akashic records
i reflected galactic rifts with my immaculate methods
i’m too invested in this sh-t when spitting seismic soliloquies
the abilities exponential form all of my mental facilities
the essential utilities k!lling these leagues of thieves of oxygen
with toxin you shouldn’t breath you wouldn’t believe how it rots your skin
the blots being to dim your state of complexion
and any spot the you been in increase the rate of infection
with connection to the caustic anamorphic sense of the viral strand
expanding through the spiral snuffing the vitals of any rival clan
commanding tidal wave conveyed by all my primal rage
which prayed on your survival way worse then any bible plague …k!ll them k!ll them all now !!!

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