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replicator (of futurology) - jasmind lyrics

[carryover chorus]
…’cause…
there’s nothing in my bank account
and i’m living without a profound…

[verse]
summer breeze, come back to me
‘cause i’m eager for the pleasant scent of heaven left in every sun ray
these cold evenings are so seething
i barely lift my head for the pillow
this bitter wind [?] splintered in to a [?] nest
dry eyes and a blocked nose
can’t even catch [?] in this land scorched from the deepest of dams
my pastime p-ssing off half [?] rhymes tight in the twilight as the highlight of this halfwit’s half-life, uh
replication, the strength of a nation’s intent lies in wreckage at the tip of my tongue
is this written for fun or an obligation?
to survey the impatient waste of sp-ce that litter every single pavement
taking a moment to reconnect with the older parts of my soul
forged my hope in gold, with this divinely guided prose
look down your nose if you want
i couldn’t give two f-cks, you could [?]
for what it’s worth and spit it ’til i’ve p-ssed off every c-nt whose sentiment isn’t genuine, uh
floating in the magic in my mind
flowing in this m-ssive placid rhyme scheme
i [?] to spring than dazzle for the heads knocking in time with the rhythm, uh
if this is schism i’ll k!ll it
i’m quick to dismiss traditions as exemplified by the way that i spit it
[?] you done it with one witness, you’re scared sh-tless
listen, need to keep up or get to f-ck ‘cause you c-nts are a’gettin’ on my [?]
politic behind the screen in a vacant stare
lip service in peace to stand afield
as far as i know i haven’t wrote too much prose that could shatter foes
just go toe to toe with my own woes and no hope can hold a note
whistle the melody in time
can joke that it’s dope, i’m lacking l-strous lines
but packing a punch in your rhymes is amalgamated through fighting the urge to push it aside and carry on with a life of monotony
bank on an arbitrary lottery
while others hold monopolies happily with no apology
destroying our sovereignty for a cheap f-cking mockery of luxury
it’s no longer funny and so i’m punnin’ ye, yeah

[sample]
lyrically i’m…

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