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seezmics - torch (feat. ceschi & esh) lyrics

seez mics:
i never judge a book by its cover up
or swallow so much pride, i need my
stomach pumped
so from the front that you back with the
subtle scuttleb-tt
b-ttercup, i can only -ssume that you would
run amok
sum it up, corner to globe- at a quarter
to cole
i quartered my soul at the fork in the road
better half, dot dot dash remorse in the code
let em laugh like it’s not that bad, absorbing
the blow
the more that you know, ignorance is
blistering, real advice
bring it to you live til they k!ll the lights
bipolar lower to the thrill of heights
got me feeling like i brought a calculator to a
pillow fight
your bill of rights’re snide comments and
fake smiles
i got side projects and wav files
it ain’t like me and god share the same tile
but by the time l saw 8 mile, i was on my
eighth style

ceschi:
this could really take a while
il put em in a lake of fire..or if l’m feeling
friendly maybe salem style trial
they can’t hang though
they’re tangled in tame flows
‘il mangle these lame bros with their
painfully plain prose
no feasting on the pieces of weaklingss
deceitfully claiming to be peaking but are
beneath me
sorry to burst bubbles or hurt feelings..
believe me…this world’s a beast it’ll eat
you while critiquing
out there it’s a blitzkrieg of concrete feet
dropping quicker and deeper than where fish
sleep
it’s gotta be a preposterous parting treat
when your body’s tossed in the sea, only
caught by a bed of coral reef
now your flesh will only be a tender delicacy
for schools of blind swimmers nibbling at
your meat
all apologies
cobain couldn’t even comprehend the awful
pain that this is causing me

esh:
i’il never be the king, don’t pretend i’m elvis
even though i’m smoother than a ken
doll’s pelvis
now you and all your men’s all jealous
cuz ya feeling my sh-t like, “what is
this? velvet?”
yah
i always tell it how see it
only learned to swim when i fell into the
deep end
working to relieve the workers working for
the weekend
working on myself because i never want to
be them
you know, cubicle suit-monkey
won’t walk a mile in that shoe if it’s
too funky
the truth is, l’d rather be busting with
two junkies
then pan handling for that canada
goose money
is it funny or just a cruel joke?
if you’ve got spirit then bust a move, loc
spend everyday trying to do what you don’t
you take the yacht i’ll take the harb
cool boat

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