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W3rd To
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Fuck a pack up at the studio it’s nothin
If it’s earth then it’ll grow so what we talking
These days it’s hard for me to find piece of mind between insanity and sanity there lies a thin line inclined to spill spells and sip wine mind trips Mein Kampf decide grind struggle huddle around me puddles around me ull drown water born water sign water sound warm em wit sounds solid on ground shaking, a mean mug displace em fuck wit niggas for fun cause we tormented born vicious whats a slum to ghetto niggas perks sour dope PSD got cats on dog collar, manifesting solitude eye don’t want hate round me, fake around no oops no jakes around me, niggas ain’t solid they fall leaves keep rakes around me the snake ull stretch to size you up or curl up full off rats mind heavy full off snacks leaning the path beaming my arms outstretched, mind in up-cycled fabrics high fibers from cabbage
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Mind to Quill
01:36
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Him gwan part the particle in front you among violence and screams, the light right next to the sights him no wan see, Eyem ten and two in the Tesli you niggas nappin, you dog food tryna feast next to the lions and wolves, legit as ever set to rule, a god of the phi, conscious hood shit, style god, you know the vibe slickhead, the tribe twisted, this that I self law am master crafted linguistics, remember bumping souls of mischief the disk skipped, niggas scratched it we trash it grab a new addition, custom skully coogi Kirby stitched, align the god wit the foresight of turbulence, use the force to absorb the love from plants, get skinny on niggas forreally treated slizzyed, hit the spliff, north face bootys, my calm complex subdue em, eyes glued to my lips like she tryna chew em, flow for new cents gold coin and bricks like job Italian, my niggas mobbing no Italian chattin SP Islamic, temple 12 , bout that peace but the peacemaker can speak as well, ya feet ull swell, a pregnant bitch you just scream and yell, move like a panther slick and black as goth nails, watch my weight tip the scale, meditate on the cósmics consciousness shifts speaking spells, flow a whale holy grail a carbon scale, the god abundant sitting still, no need to move, he shift matter wit will, mind to quill
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Means to Dawn
01:49
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Set a bomb off wit the gods while eye party for satan just a ruse to get my niggas out the basement, fryin cabbage wit the spinach added, vision lavish hitch a ride on a cloud, birds eye view of the maddess and magic trained for peace a crafted assassin, sword chopped the wind in half step thru the twister laughing draped in all blue fabrics crystalized heart my pineal doin back flips, live in powers move masses w3rD bond like connection WiFi super active dive into the Uber nappin hop out wit shorty smash it vacate the mattress
Packin passion passing peons passified its tragic living itself is magic this plain a figment stagnant, fragments pieced by the the mind and eyes match it, the matrix inside the matrix cause Babylon active catch me in Zion rappin head wrapped bar practice
Overstep em like a euro mind on euros brain green gain green, just left the burough that birthed pac and biggie philly nigga sly like piccolo spit fih typically work her ass like elliptical let’s keep it simple doe many foes only one rival survival ain’t based on title
control tides wit my eyes closed, primal that’s the gritty inside you, by any means, filthy clean, put a scope on the beam
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LYF
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Buy ya face to run ya fade like it got tenants
Need that rent on time they lease my likeness triflin but gifted true hue man asiatic misfit dare to be different live in opposition couldn’t tiptoe in my fuzzy slippas slizzed off liquor
Ain’t to often you ever catch me slippin video vixen pics illicit no bread no business my image pictured they paying like subscriptions hurry up do the dishes dope cooking spoons watch the soft turn liquid broken lamp and sweat got the dippers glistenin more health and wealth bud prescription herb and fruit renditions natural remedy’s instill proper vison still all we living
You niggas gassed like a pussy fartin a unqueef you are what you eat could smell he dead meat prepare the sheets with plastic wrap and bleach when he deceased roll it up and burn the joint toting thumbs chain smoking splifs legit one the best to ever ribbit all you frogs god dependent (forever rely on god) the god has entered vibing wit the cons goons conscious roofless consumed contradicting spiritual killers, thug life (The Hate U Give Little Infants Fucks Everyone) nigga
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Blue w3rD Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Straight from the city of brotherly love, Blue w3rD is an eccentric indie hip-hop artist rooted in lyricism and groove. Blue combines hard hitting bass with a global sound to take a new spin on Afrobeats and Hip-hop.
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