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: GraySoul

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Never had a moment where I wasn’t sick from the shakes

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: OMARtheGroove

My brother NewType is a practicing pacifist

Fights with compassion and never-ending passages

I much rather grab the hammer and just crack yo shit

Alfred, I’m about as crazy as Bat shit gets

Crazy as KanYe when he’s on his MAGA shit

It’s kinda crazy how we still droppin classics bitch

Workin' my way to a rack just from rappin' slick

Pockets on Post-Jurassic, talking Wholly Mammoth grips

Ignorant and muthafuckin wild

Meticulous but innocent as a hungry child

Say it aloud, «Mediocracy is unallowed»

When my bars get jotted down, I just raised the body count

But… Omar, I see you stressing often

When yo body is weak I know yo bed is calling

Comfort is what you seek cuz you don’t fail that often

But yo death ain’t stalling, getcho rest in coffin

Ya pessimism is reinforcing ya mental prison

A skeptical prism that fosters unbearable living

Seclusion is tradition

The mask don’t make you hidden

Don’t ever lose the vision

Homie, the clock is ticking

Avoid the politickin' niggas allegiance be switchin

Niggas clippin' they siblings, the unsuspecting victim

This rap game is ill, you not immune to the symptoms

You wanna be a rapper, so face the music nigga

: GraySoul

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: NewTypeJosh

In meditation realizing that I am what I think!

Why I sink within a bed of lies, with pillows of mink?

Bitter tries, failed so many times, that I fear success

I dwell upon the Dhammapada, a bodhisattva at rest

Wondering damn what’s next, releasing lust for the checks

My attachments tentacles, gripping a waifus breast

The milk sustains me, down the rabbit hole of minds unrest

I create a world of paranoia, chasing the best

I stopped whipping spaceships now I’m piloting mechs

I got problems trusting God, the past to me is a pest

I still think of April, never attracted April, I think she left in April,

a spring season staple

The grind and come up flow like syrup, bittersweet like maple

Slower than sloths in Naples, playing Crazy Taxi playthroughs

But I master me, therefore I mastered hurricanes

Inner storms, I found my pace, jogging to the bank

My eyes blank, my mind sank in a trepid space

More Deadz, vivid colors, equals higher rank

I curse ye, who made the system that would trigger the

Shrinking of the frontal lobe, growth of the amygdala

Synaptic reinvigoror, melanated nigga, pull the trigger for the figures

Just to get up outta pickle quicker

The world’s chaos can’t touch me if the minds in order

In short, I know that’s the theory

My post mortem reported

: GraySoul

Pick a feather from a bird on the side of a cityscape

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See what I’m talking about

Never had a moment where I wasn’t sick from the shakes

Talk it out

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