ØPG NΛBΣG - T 0 R R E N T | Текст песни

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staggering reflection in the dagger
oppressing my opposition
in to stressing the evervescent crescent
up in his chest is a vesicle
of deprivating particles
articles of monarchs
inhaling heavy aromas
of opiates n doja

the fogg dont rise past my eyes
eyelids close half to sunrise
just enough light to
penetrate my third eye
blessed be the night
static cries from
a poltergeist
wise of you to lay low
a trembling hand
rising ffrom the fuckin smoke
i come from a land
of mad crazy lambs
but i am the goat
that molts in its cove
cold shoulder make you control
whats rightfully yours
so hand your heart to aplaya
a gester in the night
cold white eyes staying
out the light but grill gleam tight
gamin up fudda season
appirition preaching silence
to these fucking leeches

high fi in da lo ride
easy comin greasy
on a torrent site
silkroad silkrose bud
she so smooth like
wave tides
altitude reachin crude peaks
ya mood minds me

14 karat gold
all up on my shoulders
parrot this sick flow
gotchu tasting flavor
chasin all this paper
waste deep in game changin
up the pace on these bitches
cuz they so fuckin basic

wavy ice dune
castin moons
blackin out cha room
cappin on you cats
like rattatat whats that? at the window
dawg its me, wit da indo
been blowin dro, you know
da rowtow go when i show
these hoes what i smoke
purple or da kush
idgaf as long as its plush
sus wit gold but this herb i will toke
gettin so high we be scopin on da low, real low
yung stigmata wit da prada on my bando
llama in the caravan
N im quick to tag toes
ya mama call you stan
cuz yous hoes comin faux
just shake dat ass fa satan
all hell n get low
2 steppin in my house shoes
movin in the moon
tomb raider rapped in all black
throwback on my back ima stack
paper racks blow fat sacks n rap
like i never fuckin had a chance