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em3 - naga song lyrics

[verse 1]
ride the beat like an outlaw’s trusty steed
plant another vision like a seed in the winter
get free like a runaway underground payload
getting grades ’cause the scholarship paves roads
yea i might flow like a river to the sea
zigzag overland serpentine
evergreen clouds in the atmosphere
shaped like geometry
vibrate sideways like a beam
germinate like a bean
plant trees
silver-gleam chrome-spoke
st-tched-seamed bulletin
you tell me i’ll reel it in
king fish on the plate
with a lemon wedge on the side for me
now what you really trying to eat
speak new text on the sheet
su-per forming feats
on the streets that’s that
tell me when to start to rap
run the gauntlet on the track
wav files store the facts
no plaques on my plastered walls in the back
yes i do it for the cause
like various other stars in the galaxy
you are not alone like a jackson
black sun, time to take some action
packed like sardine cans, choose a faction
looking for a sk!ll ’cause you lack one
while i’m just relaxin’
maxin’ out patience with a p-ssion
thought i said in bar fifteen
that i sashay just like a caption
on the tv when you rappin’

[verse 2]
light-speed travel
on the way to the absolute
too fast for measurement
so refute all the evident truths
that i bring daily to the forefront of the moot
points that you poking out proves
that my mind-state’s superior
when attached to loops
of the sample that i used
as the background scene for the shoot
no budget but we still get the loot
then the michelin man gets peeled like rind from a fruit
so heavy that you feel like the challenger deep
up in them trenches of the marianas
trying to defend over fences
with a pencil and a pad
intervention
mention my invention
tripod tension
suspended from a wench
then drenched in a mint tinged liniment
stay plugged into an alternate dimension
“au revoir” like a french man
i’m distinguished like the pinched chin on the lieutenant
give me a sentence, i might speak on sentience
mind-state bends like a hinge no lubricants
spill on the engine of the new build
give them version three point zero
the rhyme hero is back at it
backing up traffic
another bump in the attic
an insomniac addict
acting in multiple tragic
altercations and static
that span across many volumes of paper and plastic
flipping with verbal acrobatics

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