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croosher - scyliorhinidae lyrics

[verse 1: croosh]

what up kiddo?, ain’t nothing, zero/
oh ditto?, you just appeared low/
well i have yet to shower in like 3 days/
kinda groggy but i unsheathe power in the streets where i lay/
beats i got on replay/
the box that i live in is owned by some elderly but i can’t fabricate where we stay/
eating some leftover bones of a catfish fillet/
i molded some sculptures out of my sh-t like clay/
grabbed some 32oz malt liquor bottles on the corner store around the way/
i’m just stooped looking at people that wave/
the looks aren’t intriguing just mostly grave/
misbehaved and who knows the last time i must of shaved/
unlikely to ever achieve greatness even when i’m worked like slaves/

(hook)
we them dirty cats, never spitting nerdy raps/
we refer to facts and drop t-rds on tracks/
we roar, no purrs when asked/
in the streets we defer them rats/(x2)

[verse 2: croosh]

stay dirty as old b-st-rds, no standards/
foul, grimy, mangy, we still kick skuzzy raps grander/
than the jury, grotty hip-hop flurries/
unclean, disarrayed, excepted as furry/
i’m the sc-m that came from a universe that alternate/
clutched words from here and altered it/
the toxic slugging sludge avenger/
cruddy, rocking lugz from a middle school september/
d-mn that mess i used to remember/
stole mike tyson’s pigeon senders/
the messenger sent to burn the fake alive/
at the steak, meet joan and i there around five/
i dive in b-lls first, no consequences/
trying to play with a tennis ball, jumping fences/
enter to dimensions through the 5th gate/
elements uncharted, reaching for fate/

(hook)
we them dirty cats, never spitting nerdy raps/
we refer to facts and drop t-rds on tracks/
we roar, no purrs when asked/
in the streets we defer them rats/(x2)

[verse 3: croosh]

rejected from society/
detested against sobriety/
homeless feuds and rivalry/
no sure signs of piety/
brushing off anxiety/
achieved what i needed finally/
went to the majors from the minor league/
request not granted/
your view appears slanted/
from the mainland i was banished/
raised abruptly spanish/
and was left with many questions unanswered/
guided by the led zeppelin lantern/
tampered with the roughest in the wild/
the feelings inside are sheer exile/
alone i’m asleep like asher in the bread aisle/
wanting to escape like a long in depth trial/
beef, you cowards are carne asada/
i’m the end result of godzilla vs mothra/
never really had a place to call mi casa/
roaming in a middle eastern madrasa/

- croosher lyrics

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