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monstrosity - forty psychic frames lyrics

scurvy d:
you know what’s sickening?
to see us switch position
the rules of acquisition
becoming our tradition
and it pains me
to see us f-cking change b
grubbing after latinum
like we were some ferengi
no thank ye
i’ll take a different route
my path to clout
lies in my right to stand and shout
and tell you f-ckers
what the f-ck i’m all about
let the words from my mouth
illuminate your doubt

anthony:
“psssst…anthony i need a f-cking gun”
hush i got to lay low, ‘cause i just used some
that gun powder be on both my arms people
like every mother f-cker say, “it’s unbelievable”
i need a bowl, scurvy d, i think we need another hit
sh-t, gas chamber in my lungs exhausted it
nos in all my cars, laws are broken, i be gunning it
when i just blasted ——- in mother f-cking stomach
his blood and guts all over my exterior
now i got to laser wash that sh-t and high gear out of here
i got you b-tches eating through a f-cking straw
when i be telling all y’all who we are yo…

chorus:
we are forty psychic frames
north cacklacky with a “kak kak kak” on attack
we are forty psychic frames
synapses so fast we’re faster than the flash
we are forty psychic frames
frames on attack now, y’all holla back now
we are forty psychic frames
a monstrosity now!

wyatt:
i’m going to murder this by drowning it, no preserver
no net, no string, k!ll all the witnesses with a fervor unseen
by the likes of me
kids skateboarding down the street
where i’ll leave the bodies strewn
i am the harpoon k!lling the marlin, then sharks, soon i’ll be
covered in bite marks
i -ssume you’ll try to stop me, fight me. hark! the chorus
spites me, the eyes close tightly, bracing for the light
i won’t go quietly
tie me up, shut me down
oh god i’ve found more horrible things in me than you
could ever dream
i ground down the blade so the cleaver couldn’t cut clean
still it split the spleen in half
this is art not math; this is a cold bath in calf’s blood
this is the shepherd’s staff broken in half

forrest:
for the sharpness you lack, our points are finer than a
thumbtack
evoking rhyme, rip pages out the book of time
flux capacitor state, wake and bake the bronze drakes
never late when it comes to fate
roll it back to any f-cking date
you will find rhymes written on the walls of our mind
stretching back to neolithic, mythic, eccentric, but so specific
when we kick it
gravitationally pulling the laws of physics
culminate in a style that you’ll never f-cking mimic
‘cause…

- forty psychic frames lyrics

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