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bluud in bluud out - idyllic lyrics

welcome to my overdue reintroduction, i had some demons to battle but now i’m out the dungeons
the smoke is pungent, crawling from my dark quarters, smell of brimstone and bongs full of fog water
time got shorter, my mind lost borders, i trade my sanity for empty promises and quarters
i might have kicked an o or two i need the money, before she die i’m trying cop my moms a place thats sunny

but i’m a dark stalker arguing my art is a heart stopper flavor you can savor like a gobstopper
rhyme proper, i never come correct though, helo steelo reload the 47 yo
lucky 7 flow i know i’m still a little green, but i’m improving i been working towards a grandeur scheme
give em h-ll illadel where im raised, where the winters gon freeze and the summers gon blaze

it’s too cold outside for me to skate so i’m, chilling in the crib re-writing the same poem
i rehe-rs- the same plays as always, i get stoned and melancholy over the old days
an old soul glazed over, the gold lased, inscribed in my iris, that god sh-t hold me
still ignoring all that gossip homie, while the vine keep me tethered got me talking ghostly

and the spirits telling me don’t use the dope to cope, but i’ll be flowing through the pipe until its rusted closed
i got that rustic glow, i’m on the cusp though trust until i make it i’ll be spraying like some rusto though
but if the winslows knocking at my windows, ima shin0bi and disappear in the piff smoke
son i’m flyer than an amerikkkan terrorist, i’m working on my penmanship and tripping off this sedative

they say that this khemetic sh-t is devilish its evident its elegant bullsh-t that they’re peddling
and i don’t even think these n-ggas relevant, sick and f-ckin tired of the televised rhetoric
everyones a liar, crazy if i say “conspire” lets just check the records see who’s stuck inside their own desire
see my corona’s fire and my eyes are filled with ire never tire til i reach the point where poets call me sire, yo!

but lemme talk my sh-t, a young n-gga on the track wilding off that piff
so you should pardon if i floss my gift, a young god you would think i wasn’t taught right b-tch
aerosmith only i can walk like this, but i be running sh-t, above it sonning sh-t, uttering covenants
the sh-t i speak is cryptic, a motherf-ckin mystic, speed up ya speech, yo whats the point i think i f-ckin missed it?

but all you n-ggas do is drone on and on, you need a better story start it back at once upon
every f-ckin word i write a lofty taunt, i’m ballin going hard up in the paint, a young lebron
or kevin garn, gimme a bomb to hop upon and i make sure to motherf-ckin set it off

- idyllic lyrics

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