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jakprogresso - cipher of ritual lyrics

intro:

i’m just f+ckin’ like, stuck in this ridiculous like, self+imposed, f+ckin’ prison of uh, characterization, you know, and, you know, think what you think about me, if you don’t like me, just don’t misunderstand me, that’s it

verse:

family annihilator, i’ll k!ll a whole era
blondes in the dumpsite lookin’ like blow, derek
(?) sauces strike me, morgues often fathom me
with the corpse pop+lockin’, it’s a coffin dance meme
earth in my cuticle storm cloud from my blunt
patience worn down from the runs
war cloud and the sun
i’ll come get the whole spore pound all at once
bought the store out from the plug
at night diggin’ through records like feds at watergate
heads lost in sp+ce, kickin’ asbestos off a crate
i love fire and smoke, style the stone witch’s wick
stillborn rottin’ in womb, i create molds in this b+tch
belt tower shots, hit popes from long distances
snipe with no scope, i don’t vote for system rigs (nah)
cannibal+ass supper under a huge harvest moon
nitrous balloon caught at the shroom carnival
+ whatever it is that gives the dead, the appearance of life
+ no it is not the appearance of life, it is life, this is not magic, as you say i am a scientist…
+ sing! sing! bart, men, bart be!
+ they begin with a reign of terror, a few murders here and there, murders of great men, murders of little men, and just to show what makes the missing institution…
yo, f+ck viral views and high numbers
i’m watchin’ from a fortified bunker being chased down by mine hunters
who’s this superhuman?
from a small town, where the whos live
mc’s gettin’ exhumed quick
dj’s gettin’ kidnapped like, whoo kid
come home with mad crates like i’m about to move in
fear the dim lights out dark
turn pennsylvania ave. to the white house farm
army of fiends, with their pipes out charred
then me with the mic out, armed
acid king with the psyched+out bars
these are grimoires, of a wise one
mad hermit, still waitin’ for the fallin’ sky chunks
hacksaw and the ruler, you gettin’ sized up
psyched up (yep), fans throwin’ cult signs up

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