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propo'88 f/ wildelux - the anticipated lyrics

ya’ll f-ckers frivolous a fast demised disguised in this ep
feel the vulcan pinch from the five fingers of death
dead the raw deal close it down claim it inoperable
from the left field like the biz marc was diabolical
throw this in your chest out your back flying out of you
nerves shook n up down to your hair follicles
the madness that i murder with this it’s in the molecules
thrusted in a world from the murky depths of solitude
this ain’t the same old snacks on the platter
fine cuisine cooking this art so what’s the matter
truth be told when i’m leading poles it froze the chatter
like water vapor right when you spoke soak in the lathers
of the game plan from the gentle giant in his science
in a jungle habitat in a den full of lions
kept a scroll in the inner pockets of jackets lining
ruffle feathers, the black gold soul turns to a diamond

the grand imperial run through these lines computer digital
the chiseled dude benching these bars getting rid of you
skip the ridicule ya’ll g-ssed off the co-sign
thinking that’s the fast way to get you to the gold mine
knock it off chumps busting your chops
broke all the locks blowing shots
showing your true colors you ought of stop
about-face back to where you belong
match wisdom with brawn
fools gold with splashed p-ss in your palms
grinding granite place a seed of a thought into the planet
the mad mechanic locked on tunnel vision you can’t panic
why the antics we ante up dog ya’ll getting sandwiched
in a tight squeeze, your life freeze your -ss handed back to you
the never-ending grind never needing rest
scr-ps in a pile left around are what the cheaters get
forever in a day, i chisel ice just to be the best
free thinker purge thoughts cuz the sh-t ain’t illegal yet

protected pearls in a suitcase exposing all the true fakes
impatient with double agents harvey dent two face
clarity to clouded memory count the ways
adding drops of sunshine to your dark murky days
flip the forecast the kid haul -ss
draw the cash like registers raise the temperature
the cross land adventurer
at the crossroad in boss mode i tossed loads
of the dead weight, luggage sent a message morse code
crosstown to the grimy -ss crooks
overlook the hemisphere sensed the fear in the air and got juxxed the jokes on you laugh of the town
cl-ss of the clowns cracking it down
somebody let the flood gates open
swinging samurai vandalize skies with bloodshed
a thunderstorm comes dye the raindrops in blood-red
enough said when i’m tucking this bread under the bed
ginsu darts razor-sharp and slice your onion head

- propo88 f wildelux lyrics

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