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Let's get into it, I've heard enough noise This game I'm in is inundated with all these fuckbois Bottom feeders and imitators But I been in a state of graces Innovative, creative, disintegrated and destroy Any limit weighting to diving and demonstrating Cause I been in hibernation Your face in the menace waiting An obvious inner sate, this probably a mental patient Sliding my pen, engraving pain while your pencil's tracing My inclination is anger, I'm dangerous And my brain stole the angel dust that will change you Tangled up in the strangle Thanks to painkills and tranquils That dangle me from my ankles They mangle, handcuff, and hang you And bang your brain till it's painful I ain't no saint and no angel No I just came with the Kangol A new album and angle That you can bang in the wrangles A good feeling to have when they unchain you like Django Besides how much can one pancreas handle So I just tuck the stuffing back into my fucking gut And come strutting back in this bitch With a couple stitches and buttons SongtexteIt's holding me back together Cause I was ditched in the rubbish With the other broken toys disposed by a vicious public Around and round we go, back on this carousel In this land of broken toys, clout chasing and fairytales Can't believe in anything when nothing is really real Here in this bizarro world, but we stay creative Around and round we go, back on this carousel In this land of broken toys, clout chasing and fairytales Everything under the sun, this'll been domed But still we stay creative in the midst of this bizarro world Rappers out my radius Every blip with the radar so dedicated with cadence So erratic these rappers would rather scrap with the wrath of this grizzly bear Than to battle this bastard who back like Lazarus Spitting the most blasphemous Speaks with religious passages Buckle up all my passengers Going to hell and back in this handbasket This pack with radioactive hazardous Hasn't it been a fabulous tour through the Devil's passages For the pussies passing out, here's some pistols, pass 'em out Do the world a favor, get your brains to shit the shrapnel out Smack 'em out, rough 'em up, they prolly hyperventilating The type to write they devastate the mic like a featherweight Glass joes, assholes, fronting like they capos Till they build apartments and find they bodies with back holes They murder rising rap foes, you fertilize when grass grows Yours truly, conniticunts and mass holes Around and round we go, back on this carousel In this land of broken toys, clout chasing and fairytales Can't believe in anything when nothing is really real Here in this bizarro world, but we stay creative Around and round we go, back on this carousel In this land of broken toys, clout chasing and fairytales Everything under the sun, this'll been domed But still we stay creative in the midst of this bizarro world Let's see I'm tryna keep my patience And pacing, painting my way out of this tainted grotto But it ain't just the way you rap, it's your basic model I model and mode it, my style is of older omens I open some open letter for those endeavors But I won't forget the Malcolms and Martins, the Marcus Garvey's The marching hall on the month full of autumn All the arbitrary kids in front of that brownstone Everyone now Jazz musician An artist who arguably wouldn't pop today Cause nowadays it's all about commercial cadences Clout chasing the case and chase that cheven is pray up In crystal lake, your pistols fake, everything you spit is baked The lure in your listeners listening, as I stitch the brake Inside the soldier fabric, the fabrications The aggregations of algorithms Purchase with cold cash, blatant Basically you been boring me half to death You could pay for your popularity but never my respect Around and round we go, back on this carousel In this land of broken toys, clout chasing and fairytales Can't believe in anything when nothing is really real Here in this bizarro world, but we stay creative Around and round we go, back on this carousel In this land of broken toys, clout chasing and fairytales Everything under the sun, this'll been domed But still we stay creative in the midst of this bizarro world Aus Songtexte Mania