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payday monsanto - machiavellian twist (remix) ft. k-rino lyrics

i can’t seem to leave the dope alone…somebody call my sponsor, i seem to’ve misplaced my prozadone. although it’s kinda cold at home, & heat of deceit is sweet, on second thought i think you better hold the phone. plus, it’s difficult to dial without my cortisone shot, i ain’t got the number memorized, the order’s wrong. i wanted to wait ’til the dragnet was complete, and it’s kinda hard to sleep with these magnets on my feet. my prefrontal cortex never gets spoiled, dimethyl sulfoxide & peppеrmint oil. mr. caterpillar, i hate to break your bubblе, but when the cordyceps consporialate it could be trouble. i promise you, if i don’t get a vision when i take a little trip to desolation peak, my name ain’t robert blake. thank god i’m lucid, but i’m outta here if sh+t gets crazy. word to solomon, we’re gonna have to split the baby…

you really have to suffer with the greatest delusions, to think that you can come up with creative solutions, to solve a problem such as this, without a machiavellian twist…
you really have to suffer with the greatest delusions, to think that you can come up with creative solutions, to solve a problem such as this, without a machiavellian twist…

solar system & planets, i go the distance & manage to show horrifical damage, to prototypical pamphlets. loaded pistols are handed, and smoking missiles are landed, my stoic physical stance is, a low invisible mantis. property is destroyed, monopolies are employed, they copying me, and boy, i’m obviously annoyed. no question my weapons boom, world record exit wounds, my treacherous methods loom, i chop cyphers to crescent moons. you just intercepted doom, molecular specs consumed, it’s swept with brooms, i k!ll rappers from separate rooms. the wizardry is real, you must believe in the potion, you a walking stunt, like evil knevil approaching. i’ll cremate you with the lyrics, for not heeding the motion, now you ashy like black knees, in need of some lotion. true devotion, leads you to conceive in the notion, that my cerebral can even plant trees in the ocean…

snouts, hooves, assh0l+s, lips, mooooo, don’t get caught in their grips. with the candles, & the lambs, & the scandals, & the scams. players better watch the game, when there’s vandals in the stands. soap+on+a+rope shifting into the shape of the pope, for the filthy reptiles in the moat. my new binoculars let me see a few kilometers, inductivly couple+plasma, quadruple+mass spectrometers. wars are the richest harvests of khazars, so i plan to terraform mars, and bask in the stars. borderline manic+depression, panic aggression, romantic obsession, with sandwiches dressed in a tantric confection. i am now intangible in a lunar plume, this is not a doom & gloom tune, so consume a ‘shroom. i cannot be bribed, so don’t react with feba. i am from the tribe of smoke+a+sack+a+chiba…

i possess an unlimited sk!ll set, but i still get the feeling, that my real essence hasn’t been revealed, yet. they wake up outta comas to jam me, no one can understand how i managed to ram his whole family, into a camry. with a guardian beside me, that guide me, i’m a self+built robotic hovercraft, and i’m just learning how to fly me. when i hit you with this lyrical tai+chi, you’ll never be whole again, like the answer to 10 divided by 3. i don’t think you wanna grapple, i’m quick to emerge & baffle with my words, my tongue is like a surgeon’s scalpel. when i spoke you made jokes, but i’m so dope, that when the guillotine hit my throat, the blade broke. conjure a lyrical spell up, i’m on a extraterrestrial level, now where my brain’s still underdeveloped. the rap version of survivor man, understand you couldn’t spit like me, if we traded saliva glands…

i am not a powderkeg…(no, i’m not) but if i blow up in a crowd, somebody’s hoppin’ away without a leg. you better take it down a peg, if you want another plinko+chip you gotta learn how to beg. don’t make me bring the artillery to the front, these israeli arms dealers are billing me with the brunt. you can bring all the shillery that you want, i will send one of my men, to kick hillary in her c+nt+frontation of a tyrant is a beautiful thing, like making love in the antediluvian spring. when the flood happens, it ain’t movin’ a thing, i’ll turn to stone like the brothers of a peruvian king. make a move now, don’t act hasty, jose capablanca wouldn’t wanna face me. when all your p+wns are gone, ‘ya b+st+rds lost. now who the f+ck is gary kasparov?

machete attack simulus, when my tongue rip them, they labeled it triple+homicide, with one victim. i’m in ‘ya face like 3d, you see me, but it’s not real, like that yellow first down line on tv. my flow grows increasingly speedy, even when i’m full, i keep eating mc’s, because greatness is greedy. show me where the folks from the streets be, ’cause i’m deeply entrenched in the hood, to meet with kings & queens is beneath me. when i hit the block, the murderers greet me, they seat me in slabs, seeking the wisdom i speak, yelling out “teach me!” i make sure they can always reach me, i stay loyal to each g, available anytime they beseech me. never will i come off priestly, or sell+out cheaply, ’cause compared to my people, money is measly. i’m dangerous ’cause i’ll beat up a beat, see? consume you completely, sometimes i don’t even wanna believe me…yeah…

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