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Marble Cake


I am my own stress ball But my spirit is a cat So when I'm pissed I gotta fucking scratch Weak immune system and allergies I'm sneezing from my own star dust all around me My Star dust filled with earth, grass and puppies And, fire and snakes, forbidden fruit and mummies When, good is bad and bad is rad When everything is, and is quite the opposite It feels like, I never know anything Subconsciously, I am aware everything Veggie medley is a cheat sheet Solipsitic before claiming God was neat Iolyte my Honda Fit Purple ice the lights out Got all night to sparkle bright And blow all the mics out Heaven’s is where the hell is Jam is where my jell is Create my self with what I sell, The universe is thyself. Level 69 bars on level 2 beats These humans I'm surrounded by, are just meats When I flex my lips they know I got the heat So praise the epic gem and then just take a fucking seat 96 miles from a light year away Bout to spawn on the beginning of the very first day I am munching on these chip niggas like frito lay And excreting them from my bowels in a rainbow Ray Once my pyroclastic flow is finished And, all the concrete material is diminished I got chu on succession with the fauna and flora Moksha will begin again, This is my Pandora Another side that you don’t know Not talking bout my pro flow Yo boy fingers in my afro He’ll pop his pussy for my go pro And feed me his side bitch soul And now he’s falling in a blackhole Asking why am I so cold And since when am I so bold I said when your shit got old I’m at my absolute threshold So can you please go Just leave me alone bro If you’re mad why you callin me again for My bad I forgot oh yeah I know My rare plasma got you feenin coming back for more You can run round, actin like a clown When these niggas in line to give me crowns and to kiss my feet~ You’re getting buff, tryna act tough When these niggas trying not to take you down in a fucking fleet~ You got luck, always wanna buck You made friends with the demons from the blunts of promethazine~ Thank the lord, referring to me That I told these niggas to hold fire to their magazines~ Don’t worry bout my life, it’s a piece of marble cake I turn the darkness into chocolate with the bars I bake You can’t understand bliss without hell to escape The third dimension is the best dessert I ever made Vanilla beans black but essence is portrayed as white You can only see the light creeping through the night You can only have your rainbows with refracted light You can only see the rainbow on the dark side It doesn’t matter what side, if its black or white You need the balance to create what is called life Homeostasis is the basis of God’s cry So wake up and smell the physics and lets stop the fight Swirl it up don’t be afraid of beloved fate We got infinity so it’ll never be too late Manifest your reality, its yours to quake Don’t worry bout your life, it’s just marble cake.
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