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on parchment - a.r.m. (applebutter reconciliation manifesto) lyrics

all your opinions pin me by the pinions
giving in to the minions mitigating my rhythm
and wither in a dismal state of affairs
pitiful day to compare
any of my past achievements to the present manifestation of debt
unruly unwavering unabashedly met
with the next parenthetical parapet where a parrot rests mocking my every first step
my every last breath
the evident black expanse of death spreads out before me
don’t try to write that story quicker than your mouth can cash the check
get wrecked and step to the glory

if you’re tryna get your, get your throwback gl-sses on
hit em with a little bit of
wait a minute, hold up
so what, go nuts
if you glitch and filch to throw the night cl-sses off
get a minute in a thick oscilloscope and throw up, you showed up
show us

the meaning of it all
in all it’s hateful beauty
seeing through a stalwart forest
yet, the trees elude me
do me one favor, save the merriment
for saviors with true need, i’ll amuse these little soupy, tasteless traitors

gates for the gracious
stakes for the placation
crates for the racists
statesmen, arrive at your places
with a big mouthful of abas-m-nt

and fecal matter
cease the chatter
peak the splatter faster after
i been sizing up your gray matter
give it up to daddy

bare bones with a little bit of snare tones and an intermittent glare shown
in the middle of a stare contest with death and i’m back to context like
give it up
little b-tch
you are not a synonym of
what is sick
if i gave a modic-m of a half of a sh-t
i would be forced to come forth and slit both my f-cking wrists

hit em with a little bit of wait a minute hold up
i can’t hold up for nothing bruh
i’m serious
a little too definitive and cold cut
i can’t hold that for no one

hit em with a little bit of wait a minute
hold up
hit em with a little bit of wait a minute
hold up
hold up
hit em with a little bit of
wait a minute hold up
hit em with a little bit of
wait a minute

stay dirty, i stay flirty, we slay birdies
the dang pain train came through and displayed hurting

by 8:30 the flames burning, my chain gang brain hurting
spurting dank and dirty pain curtains

like we

riddled with pot shots
and littered with odd thoughts
i’m kidding but i’m not
i’m p-ssing in thin pots
admit the sh-t’s hot
we winning at hip hop
you thick if you think not
cuz we rock the dopest hooks since
oh sh-t look at this
you missed it
kiss the grits, grip the biscuit
put a clip in a dip sh-t dip quick out the window
flipping dinner tables at the tip of the crescendo

i only rap cuz i’m bored as f-ck
send some love down to florida
pull the liquor out pour it up
put the verse down, the chorus up

hold on tight
coz i’m holding on
but i ain’t holding up
for nothing

be it: mortician giving cold kisses
be it: gold rivets and a stone pillow
be it: old snippets getting so yellow
see it holds little, but it holds up
be it: corpse driven in a bordello
be it: co-rs- divots on a soul mellow
be it: told given when it sold vicious
see it holds infinite, holds us

- on parchment lyrics

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