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in a hole - jakprogresso lyrics

[intro]
ladies and gentlemen, i’m coming to you from a hole in a wall in brooklyn it is friday, and i’m doing this just for this corny mysp*ce stuff in which i’m on, and a ton of us waste our time on. this song is not on any album this is for the sheeple (for you guys) okay and i will
explain levitation for terrestrials, (in a hole), the sunny side of bereavement, s*x after death and the art of embalming, do*it*yourself coffins for pets and people, the inevitable destination, external genitalia of j*panese females, the erotic meanings of
wooden legs, beanstalk country on top of the tallest erection. peace to brooklyn, manhattan, queens, staten island, up*state new york, the nine one four, eight four five, philadelphia, germany, switzerland, all the outskirts of america and countries that i can’t even f*ckin’ name yet (in a hole) i’m here with [sephrocks?] (hey!) and i’m basically done with b23 and this is just because i have gigantic wobbling bookstacks and
folders of rhymes that i can share

[verse 1]
armchair trip, heavy breath medicate oxygen brainstorm
plaid pattern visuals sprout like mushrooms after rainfall
arlington snake throne
modify behavior of populus
i’m hitting like langley acid*wash rogue agent operatives
i’m pumping that holly crop mid
rocky potlid
hobby? not this
mommy and pop flipped
when oxies pop, probly got sick
golly gosh, k!lled a color pop, jolly rock sh*t
olly ox slit, slag
i hang kids on the set like that lollipop kid
i saw a c*ck to sloppy posh chick
i infiltrate, terminate, and evaporate the cashflow
most social rappers the
cia, collectively ignorant assh0l*s
you’ll see h*ll in cubicle shape, with the mass folds
i’m blatant, throwing dirt up in
the fabric waving at the top of the flagpole
a puddle of tadpoles
mudskipper spitter twenty nine tabs old
and i got my own cadence
even if you had a stile it be basic
you frock nikes, i rock lame sh*t
[asix] (what?)
but i got more heart than a lion den, untamed
swatting in the center, face painted
with the blood like cannibal natives
and avalanche stages like arctic cave*ins
write flows in the dark next to fire*light
over knocks by a raven(what?)
talk about isolated?
my next notebook was written in a cave
where i was shaved naked [fed in the vein is]
pale white, showing veins and homeostasis
flipping pages
[verse 2]
these swineherds would follow me
blindfolded if i ask them to in a rap
following sounds, listening for egotism and pastures
but they knew it with jak
put roofs up on shacks
of slave camps where fans love
to sit back and shoot up the tack
and opium [dens hands bringing?] spoons for the smack
veins running yellow gallons of goo for the usage of straps
my skull muscle pumps of fetus and bong
on the bath the juice in a sack
pigsties get hollow hit through bulletproofs in a trap
ck’s cut grooves through the flap
when the end comes i’ll be piloting radio waves
rioting the youths to attack(attack!)
in a mountain by canada in a
camper regroup with the last
a lantern, pound of shrooms [on room?] to the max
like willie nelson and a jesus beard chewing on caps
tunnel under grazing ground
surface on the eve of war
i’m here to relieve you all of duty
half buried [beliefs is sore]
my flyboy napalm releases spores
after i leapfrog from bridge to village
dig pits for the k!lls and pillage
with barely a grip
i seesaw fight while [spring into your? hats tip to
k!ll it?]
no optimist is on the list as illest
loves rhymes as blind dumb and half a dimwit
world peace is naive in a bit for children (right?)
join hands and slit each other’s writs if willing
battle like the [bastions?] of baton
in the foster care of contaminated lands
no uncle sam, no aunts, no nieces
no nephews, no rifles or artillery pieces
and n0body gives a d*mn
i’ll write [dog rolls?]
caustic that became epitaphs
i wrestle with deep*rooted
sentences like nipponese plants
until they grow to a jungle with no pass
twin vines vividly colored biting ants
swarming over festering soldiers stuck
deep in concentration camps
and that’s it
[outro]
[?] by a fireside with a tight flannel on he
cuffs his [?] made of oak and elm[?]
peace to miscellaneous, we resurrected this beat, me and seth, but it was me and miscellaneous who made it in ’01 so
i’ll see you guys on the next one

- jakprogresso lyrics

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