|   Road Atlas 
 Road Atlas 
 Expanding time man I'm needle whistled breeze at cactus edge
 Teehee giggle shreiks the greedy beasts but guess why rap is dead
 Hence this pen is atlas
 Backing this ball of madness
 Cracked and dead
 Set in math and headin fast
 To crash this anti-accident
 With heads and monster markers
 Dueling friends and Brutus' secrets
 Sleepless months the hunter seeks the meekest fueled on foolish weakness
 Let's move to move to the peaks of mars
 Ain't seen the ocean's deep yet
 Sing the pros and cons of congress
 We're the only beast that regressed
 With songs about thongs dog as long as we keep the beat fresh
 And drool before this crippled pope
 And droolin speech it's greed fest
 These thugs need to think hard
 Scarred murderers with weak hearts
 And stars sellin souls for dough
 Misleadin folks like we god
 There's an ethos
 Learn to read think seek the release of enoch
 Not the fable feebled knee knockin locked label weasels that greed bought
 Stock options and say so netards bob to j-lo
 And playdoh freezing from mock copped rocks that they copped from jayho
 Can't wait to repay these snake a-holes that claim they slang they yayo
 But ate souls from Harvey section eight to Agatite and Hazel
 With satan in the waitin room your favorite toon and baby cradles
 Gotta stay in Scripture pray it hits ya
 Cause on this rip death's an angel
 Sickenin as fake Christian grins and pagans spinnin in bank rolls
 Makes us grim and stay stone and strays kids from the way home
 It's simple subtle suckled since infancies slithering fables
 Whispering winter upon it's finger tips just to skin this maple
 
 I sing of that harvest
 I sing of that breeze
 And stingin footprints and fingernails
 And deep inhale this sleep
 I must admit though
 When it flips snow
 Rain or hail I tweek
 It's the bad knees in the jealous rebel in you telling you that it's me
 I sing of that harvest
 I sing of that breeze
 And stinging footprints and fingernails
 And deep inhale this sleep
 I must admit though
 When it flips snow
 Rain or hail I tweek
 It's the bad knees in the jealous rebel in me telling me that it's me
 
 I seen it all the saw sings
 The carpenter's not real
 I led my teeth along your long desert
 And measured what I can steal
 Saw nothing of worth
 Some furniture along the way I guess I shaped
 Stainless orphan he said
 I'm the dust this table must be my name
 Stained glass hand grooves in the handle
 Man I seen it all I mean it
 Ask any handsaw that's a handsaw
 Man naw I leave paintbrushes bleedin
 Busy describing what I'm a paint when I'm a paint but why am I painting
 I'm table oasis with no places left set to eat at
 Ego clinks his teeth on his shovel
 Hand me to me to reap the feedback
 Right as rusty nails slightly tapped rings peels of lightning see that's
 The problem
 He's a plumber and of no use to the screwy nails
 Pretending he's pretending he's pretending
 Jesus coming gunnin demons runnin ummin to see the Son at summit
 Feedin this greedy media beast sleepin with these youngins in it's stomach
 Turns mine signed turn mime now it's gimmicks in his mic check
 Ripping nothing on purpose
 To purpose this image in our likeness
 Like like
 I guess these little rich bitches must think we like stress
 Right right
 From fondulac to Iraq and back it's life's test
 and life's ledge and red lights and dead mice and what nike says
 And trife heads and meth pipes white dreads and at life's ledge
 We read it right they wrote it wrong
 And left all of these mics dead
 Couldn't see the writing on the wall
 Through all the ballers at the hype fest
 Spittin eat drink be merry dog cause tomorrow your life ends
 And it's as real as that solo serpent
 Rollin for dough low in his nice benz...
 
 Qwel
 
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