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neuro - p walsh lyrics

[verse 1: trip]
brand new nose, considering old habits
i can’t do blow ‘cause it be a closed casket
slipping on the snow i know it was so tragic
no more addict only high as four attics
but might have a habit of rapping this boom bap sh-t
boom clap sh-t
do bad sh-t whenever i doom mask it
who’s that kid, ooh that’s trip
and he’s sparkling as two of mike jack’s fists
i’m moonwalking like it’s lupin shooting all his magic
powerful as potter when he’s casting with two black sticks
avada kadavra then trip do that sh-t
and he’s k!lling any emcee that’s thinking they can p-ss him
young potter off a blotter
these beats i’m finna martyr
talk sh-t, grab stick, then b-tch, expelliarmus
like crucio, this crucial flow that’s harming
i prepare the martian’s for this careless caution
this annunaki sh-t is not soft and
it’s often why you’re flaunting and you’re barely motherf-cking conscious
alien in the public, only human with emotions
drugs made me neurotic, nose was bleeding like it’s broken
red like oklahoma, tyler, no okonma
you other rappers semicolon
point blank, period
doink, dank, serious
decipher my raps just like mayans with their pyramids
trip and pat, finna run it back and these other rappers fearing us
vans still dirty, soul struggled with abuse
everyday was war, i got nothing left to lose
lost a couple mics, he was bugging me like june
i suck a friendships, now i’m draking in the booth
people thought i lost it, but i still gots the juice
now i’m only rolling, sipping brandy then i’m loose
me and ollie off the goose
people lying ‘bout the levels that we stooped

[verse 2: p walsh]
this is my s-d-stic syllabus
my synopsis can snap your synapses
from town to moscow, psycho on a dell, call my spit slavic
slashing stations when the sh-t is slapping
wack rappers, their thalamus i’m slamming
they’re cooking trash rap and selling to the m-sses
fascists can get fastened to a jag and driven into cactus
you will never catch this, spitting like it’s rapids
on a grand -ssent, i rep middles-x and ess-x
wake up and smell the essence
rappers don’t have -ssets, listen to their accents
this -ssonance is no accident
like the compet-tion’s writtens in a trash bin
i’m em’, you don’t wanna a problem
ask kim, dashing raps until my abs thin
guess that means that i’m slim
(i guess that means that i’m slim)

[verse 3: p walsh]
y’all are restrained, i’m miscellaneous, extraneous
ranging from all nations and persuasions
i’m your craving, face it cause it’s laminated, you’re emanc-p-ted
my proclamation is not feather weighted (nah)
i’m forever hated in the cellar, bas-m-nt
h-ll or haven, brain waves defacing the weather station
wasted reputation, never praising negligation
engraving sayings into several pages
civil patron, but dismissing many matrons
mason in the making, native to the matrix
these infatuations don’t abate, create abrasions
staying in the sun to save the raisins from the litigation
legitimation, i fillet and they’re the waitress
diversification, i’m the verdict and equation
this verse just another godforsaken grave to stick the nail in
but i can’t take it

[verse 4: p walsh]
‘cause i think i need a neurologist
thoughts raining down, where’s the meteorologist?
honestly, i’m in need of psychiatric -ssistance
obstacles coming at me with a tragic persistence
i’m sorry in advance if i’m at a dismissive distance
chronic traumatic encephalopathy symptoms
despondent like an nfl veteran after concussions
constant coverups of collisions lead to conundrums
increase in suicidality, these are dualities
of what you’ll do for sanity and do for the salary
sacrificing longevity at the hands of the battery
for immediate happiness, but your cranium’s shattering
maybe i should see a counselor to confess
profess dementia to professionals so i can progress
just like i did when i was ten and i was depressed
or maybe locking me in the asylum’s what’s for the best

[outro]
no matter what, you keep finding something to fight for

- p walsh lyrics

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