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the palmer squares - duke westlake cypher lyrics

[verse 1: ac-mental]
i’m a pontificating fool sippin’ 80 proof drunk on my way to school
everything i do is a deja vu
a-c-u play kazoo in the orchestra
on a k!lling spree like juice when he wore the glove
making moves
the solution, the formula, your fake -ss crew need to scoop a thesaurus up
see i’m the fusion of truth and immortal love
praise me until someone can prove there’s a lord above
call it anoesis
establish peace of mind cause you can’t be turnin’ to the flag for allegiance
i’m been rackin’ up scholastic achievements
a rapper with a p-ssionate thesis that’ll smash you to pieces
ac is inherently catastrophic as melancholia
you’re laughing hysterically as i’m chopping your head and body up
the petty commoner sloshed with a henny bottle
i’m doubtful that anyone’s gonna stop me from getting rowdier
yeah i’ll be spittin’ till my cabinet’s closed
till the mortician puts his tag on my toe, and zips the bag up
yo the flow is liquid magma, bubblin’
ac will drag a toaster to the bathtub, plug it in
i see more cases than a loading dock
take a shot of jack and then i chase it with a rolling rock, oh my god
fl!cking the blunt, watching ashes hit the cobblestone
drunk as f-ck, losing my balance as i wobble home
we get weird like zed and the gimp in pulp fiction
this meddling kid just won’t listen
i’ll sever your limbs and go fishin’
never get clipped cause i’m steady and swift my toes tippin’
the most cryptic, we lucubrate nicely
super great, doing things mookie’s way, right
so i’mma take flight and soar then come back to earth and tunnel straight to the core, give ’em more term!

[verse 2: terminal knowledge]
torches burned bright
the spoken word type with his third eye closed tryna focus blurred sight
cold with a coat of thermite
i’m a soda jerk
flight of the dodo bird
tired and overworked
we go where eagles dare
and share needles with the people there
glare through the keyhole to keep aware
gossipin’ around the water spigot
you saw the marquee and you bought a ticket
now we’re talkin’ business
beware the hype, spit a verse to fill a terabyte
shake it up, like is only perfect as a pair of dice
farenheit, 451, boils your blood
i went and read the last page before we begun
fast paced, orbit the sun in the course of a month
rat race, shorties and stunts, 40’s and blunts
a thick mist coiling up
getting lifted so everybody on the king’s d-ck is royally f-cked
you limp wrist sh-t stains in your drawers
six figures from the think tank to the prison yard
the ship sank, y’all had to disembark
i don’t see a mixtape, all i see is paul allen’s business card
it’s been getting harder to tell between god and the devil
which is just a b-tch and which is offering help?
yo you gotta play the cards you were dealt
and if you tryna earn a buck you better learn how to market yourself
i’m an, artist starvin’ like karen carpenter
barking generic garbage and carvin’ satanic stars into park benches
put my piff in the spliff
keepin’ a stiff upper lip
spittin’ some ignorant sh-t solely to spark tension
underfed and looking for employment
this could’ve been avoided
my mother said i should’ve been aborted
so pen a message to the sources
go the f-ck ahead and send the reinforcements
you’ll never see me forfeit

- the palmer squares lyrics

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