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mood cru - ashland lyrics

[kaydus]

vagabonds wander, got an eye, don’t use blotter
an awful loss of logic off the cost to con some copper
smellin’ like corona, overdosed on the moment
yellin’ boorish omens, ain’t no coaxin’ the roamin’

pigs raid the trap, to k!ll the lord of the flies
swarm of the swines bag’n more’n jus’ dimes
acid in my rhyme, so the lines abase
in my wake, i’ma raze, i’ma truth efface

youth in asia made the noose a worthy savior
ill-conceived behaviour, in defense of the stranger
woke up in valley of the shadow of avarice
papa smith ain’t got as much adam as atlas dips

laughter is rapturous, gelos sardonicus
incarnate of carnage, smilin’ off toxic piff
me and my clique need some sedation
work until we’re numb that’s no vacation

[moud-e]

see, everything for sale, slog through the entrails
mobs gather as registers fail, il leil mish imlieah, we bought into failed beliefs
a leak in the water is free, habibi laysh ana meek
i reap, everything you’ve sown, shu bidk-m sowee when ahna khalas min all your tones?
a loan alone can’t save your home from being battered or razed
a penny raise won’t save the day or the look on bobby’s face
praise, be onto the leeches, we c-m from smith’s own breeches
allah bihaebish il features, kulshe bitsowee’s not needed, il saha min zamin ethered
a lot of kids on that reefer, ahna fok ashan il reapers, i don’t know what the real deal is
faust on that c-ke, summon demons, doused all that hope, numbing reasons
tael andi djinn mael heathens, if you so choose i’ll release them
ana il dunia this season, kulk-m tabati till i’m seizin or i call you on treason

[hook]

bidna kulshi, bidna kulshi, bidna kulshi, ahtini (x2)

[handamonium]

summit lurch, ad-burnt, sun vert, purge
goal a toll for revelation, verge of asking for pallation
sole volation, angle pacin’ jacent parallel complacence
anglicization, my little lovie hush. wasted
laced licks aphasic, razed agents
paging ya reageants, i f-ck abatement fo flow flagrance
n-nickle the patients, our sophist patrons er rapists
i drowned another backpacker, told ‘em taste the oasis
who got a basis. we wished for writs, they wrote us a script
hittin up the cist for dip, n copin’ wit what it meant
i’m drippin’ mist. woggy waggin’ stick for the bliss
papyrus trailin’ sans, sibis fibbin’ admonic grist
muh mythic flits, monomothic gits, jolly giant mitts
pitchin’ hits, bunt that, now you’re listenin’ to this
concussion to malfunction, that’s the beaned man’s bay
drown a day away in oceans while ya smokin’ that spray

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