Hundred and sixteenth
It’s a dichotomy
We could look
both ways bro
Just Ride with me
Mausoleum exhibition
Obsolete
Man made melting pots
Ideas Clash like pottery
Protestant prayers
Like pro-wrestling
Shots in the dark
Eyes Wrapped in dressing
I was alone for the shits
Man i couldn’t help it like a tick
Check the static on the radio
I can feel the static everywhere i go
In the aerial
the bass waves hysterical
They rotate the neighborhood
Till it falls like Jericho
White lies By children with white chalk
WORD is bond Shut ya Python
keep the beats violent like Tyson
run it on either
Commas or the hyphon