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hugo the poet - for all intensive purposes lyrics

(yes indeed
prepare for imminent volcanic eruption
just by way of re+introduction)

escape the mental dungeon, this old curmudgeon
back to murder more mcs than machete blades in south london
i’m now funging a non+fungible token
right cl!ck, save image of these lyrics i’ve spoken

before i wrote em, i played footsie with my synapses
gripping my nervous system til my spine collapses
wrestling retinas into repression spy cameras
defining time on thе x and trauma on the y axis

and plot the mental hеaling since my forebears
adrift on a ship doing battle with the corsairs
all the way to present when my essence is in stress and
the only remedy is repeating the lord’s prayer

like a zen koan, knowing i could never pen a better poem
or find the secret chord that pleased the lord like leonard coen
groping at the strings gripping bow for friction
stabbing hearts to find the line of good and evil, sholzhenytzyn

as they drag me to the gulag i’ll sing hallelujah if i produce a
single truthful rhyme in my whole time in hip hop
bredrin where we heading as the fifth sun’s setting, is it armageddon?
cos we all on borrowed time… tik tok
i slipped up, got busted by the karma police
just after f+kuyama told me the past was deceased
in the puzzle of life i found the last little piece
shouted eureka in the streets and copped a blast from a piece

the genie laughed in my face cos i was asking for peace
ha ha ha ha and these
days kids consider the signifier of an adult is a face mask
we’re issued ouija boards, told to call our ancestors and take em to task

i commit hari kari and read the future in my entrail
throwaway lines while i’m hanging round the ink well
with homesick blues since i been locked in my brain cell
carve a tattoo on the page and watch the ink swell

props to inkswel
on the boards
you are now in tune with hugo the poet on the vocal cords

do we even know what the purpose is?
or anything underneath the surfaces?
swim with boiling frogs on the furnaces
for all intensive purposes

- hugo the poet lyrics

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