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ras g - injera, lentils, and kale (shiro rmx) lyrics

[verse: zeroh]
the god is calm in a coma
two commas, go bar roamers, like smelling salts
unconscious at the back of the vault
coughing on ammonia, shh, don’t talk
saw action in the helm with the highest realm
palms matching overwhelm and the prize elm
sun cracking in, at plus p-ssionate
b-ss rattling, swore lungs, guns gatling
but la’s rays an ace in a home grows
shooing our show out, we taking control through
airways on airplanes, aiming for those who
go ape sh-t in the face of innovation
i’m making up a sea of, at the base of my being
reliving ideas that’s missing aliens
some d-mn pair of eye’s, another way of seeing
just tear away to the sky and supply all the meaning
wait fare the sky go fly to the zenith, zeroh speak in english
[?] is a g*nius, attaining my fiendish
strain of a mane full of dust from the phoenix
one f-ck of a fetus with a big -ss beat
can speak to keep it sheesh
when seakers split heads but they already dead and in pieces
i’m up to the red, cutting edge and cunning
but you’ve been running as i’ve been training
then became sunny, yo, would a g tame me
i’m too ill for your own d-mn good
yeah the wave is contagious
mages like [?] transm-te the loot in fat black hoods
but n-gga i’m funny, so honey and milk here, we tilted
had a laugh, shafted the broom, pruned then wilt it
four time ricochet split through the filter transmitter canvas
real hitter here, you feel me? yeah no filler
go get a whole bus of folks in an ozone sulking by the culprit
depicting a victim, strong in a hold-up
hotel, supernova soldier, you loaded
go get it, multiple primordial m-ss cause clay, your cash inferior
vehicular sick king trickle in trash
now spray flash match the caddy’s plush interior dash
i’m all sun, we all one, it’s awful
y’all stink, i’m leaving, smh, rofl
words cut corners and skip blocks of cobblestone
kick rocks and watch me concoct novels about
odd squabbles, cosmic drama’s, my hot wings
weak teams, cold chops, and hot mommas, yeah
honesty the armor, honestly i’m honored
honestly the sonically enamored chaps

[outro]
z and g (we made it)
z and g (we did it)
yee (yee, i meant yee)

- ras g lyrics

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