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Tre deuce errbody playing duck duck goose fuck rules, I been counting down like 3,1,2 good afternoon, the legend of dragoon, got goons. Cash rules, cut it off and the block don’t move. It’s the return of the obvious, nature by the naughtiest, hand clapping, hand dapping, rapping for the audience, for not a cent, it’s really nonsensical, the world is seeming out of it. I’m searching for euphoria, I looked throughout my mind and found phantasmagoria. I found a Phoenix lying dormant in crematorium. The birds shipped out, I heard they landed in Astoria. I hope my niggas got to the chickens before the foreigners.

I feel the evil lurkin, I heard the devil working overtime beneath the surface. I speak in parsel tongue, don’t hit me with no sleek deterrent. You play a card and lose your hand, I used to sleep with serpents. I peeped beyond the curtain, I smelled the rubber on the wheel, I heard the Honda skirting. I crashed your graduation party, left your tassel burning. I’m with the band of the hawk, we cover ground by the second like ticking hands on a clock.

They disparage my greatness. With these apparent comparisons it been scaring me lately. I see the man in the mirror, my doubts be echoing faintly. And though it weighs on me greatly, I push through conflict innately. My niggas down for the call, we wrote our names on the wall. I’m from the dirt, where we ride 24s and speak with a drawl. Give a fuck bout a Klan. Turn your sheet to a shawl, I make a call and we’ll go populate your street like a mall.

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from Imaginary Everything, released May 7, 2021

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