Higher than [?] on the floor
Actually virtual
[?] with nowhere to go
Nowhere to go
Black mirrors, real killers, may y'all feel us
Peace spirit, a lot of spirits fill this in peace
Size killin', eyes glarin', sky's herald, Earth conquered
Work harder, if you ain't darker, totally spark it
Now I'm makeup on the carpet, your fakeness is remarkable
You may have hit his marker, your moving targets
Parades of sharpness, dapper marksman
Toss his spine, steady bowing, body [?]
That's why we call him, we all can hear him pouring
You slept with no one, so we toke one and we floatin'
Our lines is open, when you find the [?]
Rollin' dice and hopin', votes from the dopeman
Higher than [?] on the floor
Actually virtual
[?] with nowhere to go
Nowhere to go
Style dirt, let's fly low and hurt
Khalil is present, quit the reference with the essence
Amongst the peasants, you far flung of his blessing
You set to messin' with him, fancy [?] breaded
The beast expects you, you find night in two directions
The goons test him, he ain't impressed and so they left
We plastic and it's tragic but we magic like crested
Crown crescent, another Lo beat, you can trust it
From east blew in a plush wind, with nomad to blow rags
A golden glow to [?], styles dash, we so casual
Dash past the [?], black limb intransigent
Broke eyes then diss the genesis
(feat. Shabazz Palaces) Higher than [?] on the floor Actually virtual [?] with nowhere to go Nowhere to go Black mirrors, real killers, may y'all feel us Peace spirit, a lot of spirits fill this in peace Size killin', eyes glarin', sky's herald, Earth conquered Work harder, if you ain't darker, totally spark it Now I'm makeup on the carpet, your fakeness is remarkable You may have hit his marker, your moving targets Parades of sharpness, dapper marksman Toss his spine, steady bowing, body [?] That's why we call him, we all can hear him pouring You slept with no one, so we toke one and we floatin' Our lines is open, when you find the [?] Rollin' dice and hopin', votes from the dopeman Higher than [?] on the floor Actually virtual [?] with nowhere to go Nowhere to go Style dirt, let's fly low and hurt Khalil is present, quit the reference with the essence Amongst the peasants, you far flung of his blessing You set to messin' with him, fancy [?] breaded The beast expects you, you find night in two directions The goons test him, he ain't impressed and so they left We plastic and it's tragic but we magic like crested Crown crescent, another Lo beat, you can trust it From east blew in a plush wind, with nomad to blow rags A golden glow to [?], styles dash, we so casual Dash past the [?], black limb intransigent Broke eyes then diss the genesis Explain Request ×
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