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denizen kane - calling cards lyrics

dk: typical cats!
qwazaar
yo typical cats, implicit in fact allow for me to break it down
you feeling the impact, still intact, strapped, disintegrating sounds
how many inconsiderate, ignorant individuals hate us now?
it doesn’t matter now, we gravitate then lacerate their frowns
ask citizen kane, pretty sure he shares the same sentiments
administer pain with a sinister aim and maim the citizens
find villages engulfed in flames postpone your pyramids
f-ck your figurative fiction scripts, we literally k!lling sh-t
let’s slit the rest of these hypocritical b-tches
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catastrophic catalogue of maliciousness that’s limitless
q w a , q w e better take me serious
emerge from underneath the street, release and lead the innocent
lyrics for the blind, shine [?] find life, [?] lost spirits
find all fifteen, these bars causing the walls to [?]
ya’ll hear this one man, there was a blind man, a dead man, and a son of man yo

yo don’t you ever mistake my style for lack of heart
cause i keep my sh-t together while i’m ripping yours apart
typical cats lurking in the alley once this sh-t start
man i mark my territory and i leave my calling card

qwel:
man we’re f-cking tired of these chuckling knuckle heads wired out
hustling cause if it doesn’t i’m struggling iron spout
shrouded stress points anointed with the cess joints to drown it
destined to the sentence of [?] mountains
surrounded with b-mped in public housing wishes
the fish’s friend’s the worm he heard it sounds the sickets
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quick hit this bong cloud
a whole lot of red tape inside the cds to hide the meaningless acting hide in a booth
trying to prove his craft’s the cheesiest
printed visions for the leaderless vision helix his instrument
even if you needed
3-d thinking like typical easy lifted his images

heaven’s fully heathen haters let em see this sh-t
i’m dreaming it, living it, and trying to give thanks
instead he’s busy chasing paper flake for lining his cage
am i in your way i’ll try to climb to the clouds
from high up on tree tops to see a spot to sit down
deliver sounds…
now the fish hates the worm he heard it sounds the sickest
the art of how it is and found it
living it out and still insisting if it’s wisdom then it’s limitless

yo don’t you ever mistake my style for lack of heart
cause i keep my script together while i’m ripping yours apart
typical cats lurking in the alley once this sh-t start
man i mark my territory and leave my calling card

denizen kane:
now this one dedicated to my people cause they love me
word is bond i got my family regulating motherf-ckers for sure
typical cats denizen kane hold on a second

denizen kane will communicate for change like pay phones
changing haters in a breath with a death wish disguised as love jones
miss jones watch my back with a cohorts
yall quick to switch b-tches ain’t a crew ya’ll are co-wh-r-s
with a shovel digging graves in detours
dragging a
cancel your ; for better luck of character
your eyes on the sparrow but who knows what the sparrow saw
ask why i have your heart inside my hand and i don’t answer
learn language from the lyricist with one lung full of cancer
y’all
when i’m indoors i’m flaming … propane your camera
shatters grenades going out my ribs
and the shank’s strapped to my flanks with the length of a first person narrative
yes i came to collect cause everything’s got to give
i’ve got no permanent homes a notebook and payphone is where i live
your blades are bent spooning these shields
my waves are typhooning and the w
your paths are paved over
i’m the will of the breath of god you’re the air upon which i’m spitting
when gs see
you speak as if one
you’re the retreat back up off me far enough to be impenetrable
voice box is battery, mic cord is jumper cable
the crowd’s the machine that leaps to life when i spit a fable
i’m able to commence spontaneous stampedes on demand
lyrics from loose lips like imprints dislocate your hips my mand

these cats typical
these raps un f-ck wit a ble
i’m not older negro but i can wear a but goddamit i’m spiritual

the brown the black the red i’m serving them all and standing back like

yo don’t you ever mistake my style for lack of heart
cause i keep my scipt together while i’m ripping yours apart
typical cats lurking in the alley once this sh-t start
i mark my territory and leave my calling card

yo don’t you ever mistake my style for lack of heart
cause i keep my shirt together while i’m ripping yours apart
typical cats lurking in the alley once this sh-t start
man i mark my territory and leave my calling card

b-tch!

walk home, walk home

bye

slowly

why do i keep fooling myself
someday when i know you deserve someone else

thank you for coming out

stank -ss rappers make me sick

- denizen kane lyrics

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