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in aisle eight - 501 lyrics

listen with a filter, hit em when the prism spills gold and silver
old soul malones with guerilla espionage again
knock em dead cause he’s the audience k!ller
had to p+wn a guitar to get some dinner
probably went to target for ramen in the winter
now i’m rhyming in the winter, the summer, the fall
sh+t i’m tryna get a bit of all that i never called, mine
on my, in need of a night guard grind, keep it tight
six+deep in a five+car kind, what a life
guess i gotta try five more times, or fivе x 555 more times to get it right
lеt me check the schematics, the schematics said “be a man, handle it. manhandle it, like a mandolin. be magnanimous, just don’t flip sides and cop a mechanical hand, anakin.”
villainous, vandal, vanquish the village
vanish in a vast vortex vapor was filling
vaporize the cortex that millions of voices who spoke volumes+
but not about the paper, was chilling
then i’d grab the abercrombie, atta zombie, have to watch me be a clone, find a home in the catacombs, or be alone, looking for cats to comb like it’s natural, asking “have you seen my tabby?”
but that’s a no

i refuse to be a man whose fans, fueled a fool’s fantasy
cause i used to be a man whose plans, came apart at the seams

so if i’m not good enough, then i’ll get to where i can’t be touched
what happens when a force that can’t be stopped, meets an object
that can’t be budged? they are one and the same
i am one and the same. i am the lightning, i am the thunder
i am the sun and the rain. i am a product of time, sp+ce, people, places, things, i am the puppet who escaped the strings
with a sword or a blade, sort of astray tad short of a king
abnormal the strange. that portal could change to a black hole
but i won’t let my hill plateau, chateau at the top, castle
fortress, fiefdom, come to see them mad flows poured on the rocks cold. full, gospel+spreading apostle pods tossed to the popular, population conquerors
life on the monitors, life monitored, write songs for a monetary consequence, a momentary solidness or messages with resonance that amplify the residence, oscillate the pendulum
an effervescent audience depends on how well you can seize the ephemeral
i’ve never been as real as i am now, i’ll never be the one i was then
something i’ve never lacked is gumption
(what happens when a force that can’t be stopped, meets an object that can’t be budged? what happens when a force that can’t be stopped+)

- in aisle eight lyrics

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