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syntax junkies - rooftop bars lyrics

[verse 1: jolly rotten]

born of the sun
beating of life
i breathe life in the planet with the speeches i write
supreme divine holy being in a demons disguise
keeping it tight cloned serpent and im seeking to strike
synthetic humanoids existing inside of an algorithm
predetermined outcomes within a calculated system
found your prison tucked inside your minds eyes our divisions blindsided knife find a pipe like a joust im out with the rest
blended and im hidden till death
got no respect for the hypocritic ministers bless
living it less then you screet when im filling my checks
chilling my chest breathe in frost in a villanous den
but warm up in the glow of the sol
thoughts form into one and become as we lower control
opening holes in reality our vocals exposed (?) shown through causality our poetry quotes
notably dont my smokey speech is blowing ya domes
ill quench a fire in your belly with a toran of flows
(?) as it hopes, creators hear a court in the show, its more than a joke, its morbidly distorted and gross
this life is twisted if you missed it then you oughta have dosed
..this life is twisted if you missed it then you oughta have dosed
..this life is twisted if you missed it then you oughta have dosed
..this life is twisted if you missed it then you oughta have dosed..

[verse 2: nerve]
check it, ya
thought junkies what ya gonna say next
watch me spray teks blind beats leave ya braindead
know we stay fresh from the dawn till the days end
never rainchecked im worth my weight in gems
f-ck a paycheck
stay vexxed, its nerve k!lling the mic with mr blind on the beat and hes bringing it nice
lifting the vibe cause we learnt this sh-t from (?)
rippin a rythm so consistent that your listening twice
spittin divine
reverend blessin with the finetics im embelishing my sentences delicate the pen and letters
representing for my bretheren resurrecting the method of the era of invention through hip hops conception
lift of ya head with scripts from my rhymepad
try and find a rapper with the fly styles like that
let me in the cypher, youll never get the mic back
cause my line light sent to fry all these tripe cats
cause if it ain’t me, its jolly rotten on the scene raw
when he hit the beat its like hes bombin it with c4
dropping (?) mcs just speak horse
wanna retort but you couldn’t step to these 4
you know
those kids that flow so sick you wanna pull a (?) dip get your throat kicked get your own schtick so you know this
junkkies on the dope sh-t
wrecking flows so you better bet we blow quick
what

thought junkies, nerve, jolly rotten
(i f-cked up my last 4 bars, f-cked up my last 4 bars)
kyel gollllyyy
eyel olllyyy aha

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