thegoodnews. , CTZN , Del the Funky Homosapien , Po3 - fakebreaker

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[Verse 1] Top of the morning, come to topple your offspring Off the swings, you dealing with the boss of things Draw a string, tighten it up, live in the club like the light bulbs Stop the fighting because, what happens when it ain't no gloves? You get knuckled up, suffer' cause it's hard to recover from a sucker punch I be amongst hoodlums and gangsters Who grew up to do the politics in anguish Don't get strangled (Hey!) Or even mollywhopped If you've never been in the funk, you should hardly talk Seismic how I shake the climate You know it's dying when the skies is violet [Chorus] No escape from the fate, so we break it We made this to replace what you came with We stay real, they feel the arrangement Bruh, face it, we flood the nation [Verse 2] Call it a favor, call it a flavor, just don't call it a miss Call the town to the spot, tell 'em to ball up a fist Raise they shit for the cause, then put 'em all in the mix They telling stories, we ain't falling for this Sure, as a bird fly, the third eye is wide open I got 'em sipping on a fine potion, refine motion when I am focused Know the rhyme poke it, mind's on it Hell of a time to be alive Everyone signposting, going high emotion Saying, "Hell, this shit over," we might notice, but we like lotuses, floating slowly and only minding our own business If I'm in the show, dig it, and never forget your shovel, 'cause I'm a for sure deliverer Missing this is a fumble (Get loose) [Chorus] No escape from the fate, so we break it We made this to replace what you came with We stay real, they feel the arrangement Bruh, face it, we flood the nation [Verse 3] Slave masters can't even show their face after the base spasm, nasty aftertaste after Meltdown finna cover over the felt now Might be necessary to release the hell hounds Back to Satan's core, vaping more Spiritual deviance, they ain't even believe in it The size of the median is medium Watch where they get pocket shot from a meteor To another plane of space Different angles for those who don't aim this great See, I'm futuristic, squeezing out niggas with no juice, get it? [Chorus] No escape from the fate, so we break it We made this to replace what you came with We stay real, they feel the arrangement Bruh, face it, we flood the nation [Verse 4] Like water ripple, the slaughter trickle the blood Just watch it drip in the mud We talking shit and they got the picture The smallest fiddle, they got the feelings at one So y'all just figured it wasn't nothing off of what you thought was in it? My partner ripping, they tripping off of the buzz Like sipping off of that cup, got fizzy water with vodka mixed in Y'all are tripping, we really offer you lunch You spill it all in a huff and act like we ain't never got you nothing These are not my people, diesel, calling a hit I'm done with listening to feeble fits, y'all are some shit Everybody got a problem, no one's solving a bit The good news, these some quality licks, not for the kids [Outro] I'm like yo I'm l- I already lost my mind seventy-seven times; you know what I'm saying>
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