Find Me In The Future

Jonwayne

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    Yo
    I smoke the surgeon general
    Upon an elevated level
    I fought with all my angels
    And been in bed with the devil
    All black everything
    Catch me judging the kettle
    And I'm still spitting
    Until my head's embedded with some metal
    I'm here to upset the balance of the universe
    Capsizing certain rap acts the size of jupiter
    Leaving my victims on a juniper shade
    Drop bombs that cause death
    Like how a tulip is made
    Pollinating the planes
    You just made it in the matrix
    But you wake up
    I'll catch you with the tube in your brain
    Don't ask me how I do this
    It's a lucrative thing
    Put my crew in full swing
    While I'm shouting the name
    Blaq russian
    Known to use a team like percussion
    Hit 'em with the rhythm
    Do something like it's nothing
    Double-cuppin' arsenic
    Toss 'em in the bars
    And mix it with a lifetime of
    Apathy and scars

    They don't know where I'm at
    I'm living everyday like yesterday was my last
    This undead kid will live forever
    And then some
    Find me in the future
    You can live in the past, shit
    They don't know where I'm at
    I'm living everyday like yesterday was my last
    This undead kid will live forever
    And then some

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    Size me up
    You'll recognize that I'm the son of hermes
    This words will hurt until you let 'em heal
    So quit squirming
    King of the third abandoned planet
    I'm a savage
    Went from brilliant to madness
    In the flash of a canvas
    Maybe you can see why I don't do those silly dances
    With the proverbial gun to my face
    This ain't kansas
    Rap game famine
    This album is an epitaph
    I'll show you the real meaning of sufferin' succotash
    Make the jump
    I see the hype train is buckin' fast
    We don't roll with those who suckin' ass
    For some fuckin' cash
    I keep a truant in the past I've been beatin'
    But those who never been last
    Are duckin' last, speaking in licks
    My life is a bucket list
    So I'm chilling in new york
    With havana joe
    And eating a chicken cutlet
    Motto was fuck it
    I stand my ground
    But I hope I never have to hold a musket on a clown

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