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locreance - entropy lyrics

verse i
entropy, synonymous with eventually
the tendency for everything to end and cease: destiny
time and sp-ce will get bent as me
when i been drinkin’ hennessey, and then just leave like c’est la vie (peace!)
the universe is a sentient ent-ty
sendin’ some energy, ‘til it’s spent like rent and amenities
so i view my verses as a few bits i left of me
for when it is rest in peace, what a futile trajectory
when the planet is set to be consumed by the sun
like a blessed greek effigy, ain’t no emcee i respected
ever said nothin’ less than mean
–ingful, let what you sing ring true for the people
or shut your f-cking trap, ya’ll sayin’ nothin’ when you rap
that’s why i shove this gun up in your back
it’s a hostage situation, what i want’s my generation
to pause what has been playin’ on all these radio stations
2pac’s not dead, he’s locked in my bas-m-nt
i just confessed and i taped it, but these cops ain’t gonna case it
because these c-ck suckers are so flagrantly racist
they like ‘two pack? didn’t we already bag him like some yuenglings?
wasn’t he always g-ngb-ngin’ and hangin’ with entertainers?’
i pray to be using fame the same way that he sang for changes
even if it all burns to h-ll when we gone
i’d rather be felt and compel development, not just sellin’ these songs

chorus
journey with me, this earth is like a circus on speedenter the furnace! so come pull up a comfortable seat

turnin’ and turnin’ with no purpose but to burn when we leave
and watch the surface of the sun become one with the sea
journey with me, this earth is like a circus on speed
turnin’ and turnin’ with no purpose but to burn when we leave
enter the furnace! so come pull up a comfortable seat
and watch the surface of the sun become one with the sea

verse ii

knock, knock, motherf-cker, you already know who
same ol’ dude who robbed your whole crew for some tofu
i’m sick and twisted, musically gifted
i’ll lift an infant by it’s limbs and kick it
i’m hard to listen to, large like istanbul
got heart like ishin ryu, and bars like in saloons
crazy, like old western films
i sit back with a bottle of jack cuz there’s no one left to k!ll
you’re left with chills–charles manson music
got anton lavey and tim mcvay dancin’ to it
i’m on that mystic brute sh-t
spittin’ new ish that was written runic in a druid tunic
the hugest lunatic influence
since persecuted jews in munich, screw it
since acoustic sound, i move the crowd
like columbians do with pounds, i’m lucid now
so, who could frown?
it’s the infusion of dr. seuss and zeus in the booth
with a few rounds of gin and juice and some ruthless nouns
i’m droppin’ adjectives like laxatives
the ghastly cl!ck is spittin’ nastiness
like that exorcist actress did on mattresses
the raps i spit are what catholics consider sacramenta
like lazarus in nazareth, immaculate, son
an acid hit advocate, adamant on batterin’ nuns
with anth and andy milonakis for fun
and after we’re done, we’re packin a blunt, with some hash
and that magical skunk grown under african sun
instead of handlin’ techs, i’m readin’ satanic texts
cram a pen in my hand and carve a pentagram in your chest

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