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savan depaul - incorporeus + meiko crusher lyrics

[verse 1: fats]
raise the alarm
put out the call to clear the districts
this is some ethereal incorporeal business
elemental magi that crack the sky with gunships
you can tweet the devastation from your seat up in a disc

[verse 2: savan depaul]
catch my mad hype magi stack rhymes
match my mad tight magi rap lines
beware of demon evocation
summoning deities in the goety easily to reach the sages

[verse 3: fats]
the days have passed when sativa’s synonymous for grass
now the vapor trails are retreating straight back up your ass
it stinks to half and yet may still come to pass
you better not be hoping for special treatment, don’t you even ask

[verse 4: savan depaul]
we are dealing with otherworldly evoking
conjuring evil spirits and solomon omens 72 choices for poking or controlling
abramelin the mage wants his henosis

[verse 5: fats]
the diagnosis is bogus
the whole thing atrocious
the ghost of human past can judge us, the rest of you don’t even know us
how you gonna say with conviction that it’s real
when the electrodes in your brain are made of nonconductive steel
[verse 6: savan depaul]
hey i should delve in ceremonial sorcery
torture thee cordially
sure
as you stride on, your stench of h+ll lingers
and your life essence slips through your fingers

[verse 7: fats]
now that’s got a kind of ominous ring
string along the f+cking peons to the board of the king let him figure out how to silence the din
’cause we’ve barely figured out which reality we’re in

[verse 8: savan depaul]
commercial break to diss emcees
i purge the state of these emcees
i spur the flame with each entry
my curses grazing each sentry
whoa!+ black rob, you get axed off with a hacksaw
never slackjawed when i craft songs
f+ck most of these horrorcore artists
i’m bout to hunt for sport, need more targets
aim straight for a bootl!cker
sucking up to the stool pigeon
drop sh+t and they swooping in
still encapsulated in a shiesty timeline
we tried to take the edge off, all we got was knife crime
and that just won’t cut it fam, sh+t outta luck and favours
i found out that the greatest life hack is occam’s razor
it was a deal and a steal
steel like the switchblade in the hilt
tucked under the kilt ‘cause you don’t wanna get k!lled
but i traded the sucker in for a meiko crusher, kin
big lad savan has gave no f+cks again

- savan depaul lyrics

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