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Demon Up My Sleeve
02:46
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Don't play these games with me, lil youngin
I check I raise I see, baby cousin
Down on my blood knees for a little nothin
Don't bless me when I sneeze, Ah-choo!
Gotta Demon up my sleeve
I worship my disease, you little baby
I fuck my enemies, I'm pretty crazy
I hold I bust I freeze, gettin lazy
They don't call me the breeze, I'm too earthquaky
Gotta Demon up my sleeve
Lay your money at my feet
I play for keeps Dig me deep
Got them demons up my sleeves
Don't call me cheap, call me cheat
Down to the souls of my bloody feet
Don't need to sleep or breathe or eat
Gotta demon up my sleeve
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Sundowner
02:19
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Fake News
04:55
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They tell me that it's true cuz it's just what's right
They tell me that it's true cuz they tell it all the time
They tell me that it's true but it's just fake news
They tell me that it's true cuz it just won't lose
Being a lie is hard to see, seeing the lie is too much for me
Reading the lies coming off their face, I wanna comment but I've lost my place
(Just fake news)
Cuz it's just fake news cuz it aint came true and they aint come through and they aint gonna die
It's just fake news and they just believe, it's just fake news and it aint for me, it just aint true
Oh my god guys a lie a lie, Oh my god will you not deny?
Cuz it's just fake news and I will not comply
They tell me that you can't conceive
They tell you but you won't believe
They tell you that you just can't see
But it's just fake news and it aint for free
They tell you when you're gonna die
They tell you that your sick alot
They tell you if you're acting white
They tell you if it is night
They tell you to drive or ride
They tell you when to fuck or fight
(Aint true, its fake news)
I can't tell, does it mean to be?
I just can't, don't belong to me
Is it all for me, do I hide the light?
Is it all for me, is it right to fight?
Is it all for me, do I buy or cry?
Am I alright who's gonna die?
And the white man bleeds
And let justice reign supreme
And the wise man speaks
Tell me that the virus is a righteous flame
Tell me that the holy got no name
Gentrify the wicked
And if you won't believe it
Still got 3 cars, and this shit aint SARS, they say it leaves scars, but I'm not that alarmed
If it gets too far then we'll break these jars and we won't stop till we get to Mars (It aint no SARS baby)
They can try man, but all the lies and hypnotizing, its just a system of deliberate destabilizing, just a fiction of the mortal mass confusying, just eternal function of some autocratic victimizing (Just fake news)
If you don't believe it
Let em tell you what it's like
Let em school you, that's a lie
Let em focus on the plight,
Cuz all those fools they aint so bright
Serves no purpose aint gotta lie
Let em show me what is true
Let em tell me what to do
Let em turn black into blue
Let em worship their refuse
Let em fuel up and reuse
(Just fake news)
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Homebro
04:03
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Milton V Birmingham, Alabama
a B'ham traditionalist, hearing in tongues breadsick inmate of the gateless gate. tellurian wraith.
bubonic meltdown, ruder forms survive sorry yall
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