Road Atlas

Qwel & Maker

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    Expanding time man I'm needle whistled breeze at cactus edge
    Teehee giggle shreiks the greedy beasts but guess why rap is dead
    Hence this pen is atlas
    Backing this ball of madness
    Cracked and dead
    Set in math and headin fast
    To crash this anti-accident
    With heads and monster markers
    Dueling friends and Brutus' secrets
    Sleepless months the hunter seeks the meekest fueled on foolish weakness
    Let's move to move to the peaks of mars
    Ain't seen the ocean's deep yet
    Sing the pros and cons of congress
    We're the only beast that regressed
    With songs about thongs dog as long as we keep the beat fresh
    And drool before this crippled pope
    And droolin speech it's greed fest
    These thugs need to think hard
    Scarred murderers with weak hearts
    And stars sellin souls for dough
    Misleadin folks like we god
    There's an ethos
    Learn to read think seek the release of enoch
    Not the fable feebled knee knockin locked label weasels that greed bought
    Stock options and say so netards bob to j-lo
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    And playdoh freezing from mock copped rocks that they copped from jayho
    Can't wait to repay these snake a-holes that claim they slang they yayo
    But ate souls from Harvey section eight to Agatite and Hazel
    With satan in the waitin room your favorite toon and baby cradles
    Gotta stay in Scripture pray it hits ya
    Cause on this rip death's an angel
    Sickenin as fake Christian grins and pagans spinnin in bank rolls
    Makes us grim and stay stone and strays kids from the way home
    It's simple subtle suckled since infancies slithering fables
    Whispering winter upon it's finger tips just to skin this maple

    I sing of that harvest
    I sing of that breeze
    And stingin footprints and fingernails
    And deep inhale this sleep
    I must admit though
    When it flips snow
    Rain or hail I tweek
    It's the bad knees in the jealous rebel in you telling you that it's me
    I sing of that harvest
    I sing of that breeze
    And stinging footprints and fingernails
    And deep inhale this sleep
    I must admit though
    When it flips snow
    Rain or hail I tweek
    It's the bad knees in the jealous rebel in me telling me that it's me

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    I seen it all the saw sings
    The carpenter's not real
    I led my teeth along your long desert
    And measured what I can steal
    Saw nothing of worth
    Some furniture along the way I guess I shaped
    Stainless orphan he said
    I'm the dust this table must be my name
    Stained glass hand grooves in the handle
    Man I seen it all I mean it
    Ask any handsaw that's a handsaw
    Man naw I leave paintbrushes bleedin
    Busy describing what I'm a paint when I'm a paint but why am I painting…
    I'm table oasis with no places left set to eat at
    Ego clinks his teeth on his shovel
    Hand me to me to reap the feedback
    Right as rusty nails slightly tapped rings peels of lightning see that's
    The problem…
    He's a plumber and of no use to the screwy nails
    Pretending he's pretending he's pretending
    Jesus coming gunnin demons runnin ummin to see the Son at summit
    Feedin this greedy media beast sleepin with these youngins in it's stomach
    Turns mine signed turn mime now it's gimmicks in his mic check
    Ripping nothing on purpose
    To purpose this image in our likeness
    Like like
    I guess these little rich bitches must think we like stress
    Right right
    From fondulac to Iraq and back it's life's test
    and life's ledge and red lights and dead mice and what nike says
    And trife heads and meth pipes white dreads and at life's ledge
    We read it right they wrote it wrong
    And left all of these mics dead
    Couldn't see the writing on the wall
    Through all the ballers at the hype fest
    Spittin eat drink be merry dog cause tomorrow your life ends
    And it's as real as that solo serpent
    Rollin for dough low in his nice benz

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