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Guess Prefontaine:
I keep on dreamin in the clouds, yo I keep my status Lando
Johnny Taylor T 'cause in this house I am the man yo
kick my shit in Wisco I’m here to keep your nitch full
melt an emo girl just call me Panic at the Disco
creature of the night moon light I'm always going beastmode
not crackin' under pressure I'm like Kobe shootin' three throws
Phelps without the green dose, grill, without the meat though
swim up in your fantasies but I don’t ever rock a speedo
AWE:
C-O-P-E...
Modern-day Kubrick on the setlist,
Sony-Mini/hash pipe.. let's do this,
Scientifically, cut umbilical to feed these hungry MC's,
Adam stole the head, out the cow and wore it at the mad town disease cd release, (i like that)
Jack sick of being a dull boy, he's a fat cat,
Yeah, he dug the hole for the rabbit,
Just to eat the fruit like Eve was a habit,
(Hook) Hyphon:
AE stays playing in the canopy
hand of trees only come down after the peak
had a chance for you to be a fan of me
living my reality while chasing my fantasy
Hyphon:
gold fish bowl mentality blink an eyelid
surprising finding idling paying prices on prizes
in the taxing and license trying to touch Llama to Tantra
friend said I'm a Godsend
find in the infatuating your interest not the changes
gonna be a lover til the day they dig my grave up (wait what?)
ask where my mind's straying, uh?
talent to tongue torture my fish game, Wanda
Efftupp:
jerk me off with a handful of tacks, relax
head full of bad thoughts, stomach full of caps
mind on my money but my money isn't cash
my bank doesn't roll like that girl shakin' ass
nose to the grind, ear to the street
weak sauce, skeet skeet, to my Twitter peeps
wizardry I be chillin' where dem lizards at
fuck these chickens girl, show me where your gizzard's at
(Hook) Hyphon:
AE stays playing in the canopy
hand of trees only come down after the peak
had a chance for you to be a fan of me
living my reality while chasing my fantasy
Th Mnmlst:
the sun the moon making Dali melt faces
robots wielding maces no concept of time
droids holding posies acting like they know me
the backdrop seems twisted sitting with the gifted
take the blue one it will keep you lifted
take the green one you'll be just fine
the robots have faces running out the races, society's minions with no concept of time
Talk-O-Destiny:
if you're lost in space then how can you grab reality?
regain sanity? how could I handle what you're handing me?
how could I call it fallacy when I've asked all these questions?
would somebody please fucking answer me?!
'til my answer comes, I'll poke holes in your fantasy
expose the douche-baggery, extinguish it with apathy
tear it all to pieces and unroll a fresh fucking canopy
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VV,
track released May 5, 2012
Production: Efftupp
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