So we all six, six, six, six
Seven, seven, seven
Six, six, six, eight, eight
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if i look back, i am lost
Misplaced Lens Cap
we're not kids anymore.
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@lightningstnyc
So we all six, six, six, six
Seven, seven, seven
Six, six, six, eight, eight
CORPUS IS A COMMUNITY.
COMMUNITY BUILDING IS DIRECT ACTION.
CORPUS IS ABOUT MUTUAL RESPECT.
RESPECT BUILDS SOLIDARITY.
CORPUS IS BUILT ON HARD WORK AND PRACTICE.
INTELLECTUAL WARFARE IS MANDATORY.
INCREASING SELF DEFENSE AND AWARENESS IS PARAMOUNT.
CORPUS IS EMPOWERMENT AND BECOMING FREE.
the unexpected virtue of ignorance
Bad luck never leaves
Your jinx just floats around
Like the taste inside your mouth
Or the sound when your skull cracks
Feel the growing pains
It means you're growing up too fast
Telling white lies to black cats
Stretch me out across the tracks
[Chorus]
While you were sleeping I was blood red
Sharp as a knife inside your stomach
I'm squeezing tight, don't let the light in
No medicine
[Verse 2]
Daydream tendencies
Had you smiling soft and sweet
Keep those blurry memories
Somewhere safe, you may need them
You can make a wish
But there's no rabbit out the hat
Realize it's never coming back
Realize it's never coming back
Face away
Deal with the pain
Your own way
How could they deal with the pain?
[Pre-Chorus]
I knew
It was mine too
And you?
Is it really you?
[Chorus]
Let's search the sky for a while
You and I
Collide like two stars for a while
You and I
[Verse 2]
Crushed by silent snow
Not the first, I know
Caught in ebb and flow
I'm bleeding out, oh, you know
[Chorus]
Let's search the sky for a while
You and I
Collide like two stars for a while
You and I
[Verse 1]
I'm blowing trees to stop these devils from opressing my mental
Ugly Mane stay gatted up, armed to the dental
Luccini falling from the clouds and the rain is torrential
Hit the block fresh cut with the lines on the temple
All black leather in the whip is essential
Told your bitch fucking with ya is a waste of potential
Man she jumped in the shit like you ain't even exist
Now we swerving down the boulevard, flashing my wrist
Still serving fiends, got a stash in her tits
And the way she give head she a passionate bitch
Got that crack money dope flip trap money thread
He on the players' side he ain't taking nothing from me
Charge it to the game how a player survive
Got the Alpine bumping and we all the way live
Man that doja got me numb, yeah, I'm all the way high
And if a player says it's on, he can all the way die
Gold Teeth on a Bum
Destroy the algorithm
DADA “Light My Fingers” candle by Claire Olshan
The actual idea to this song itself is that ‘six ways to cope with loss’ thing which was originally the title of both the song & at one point long ago, the record. It’s focused not on a specific loss, or even a specific event, but on that narcotic (literal & figurative) ‘haze’ or daze you’re in after a loss (or something akin to one – ‘loss’ could be a metaphor – but for what? not for me to say!) ‘dealing’ with loss is relative, it’s – again – not the ‘goal’ here, the goal isn’t to ‘fix’ it, as much as to ‘deal’, to pass time, your goal in this period of time isn’t ‘fixing’ anything, but making it to a sort of unspecified future date when things are ‘ok’ and you’re out of that daze again
We put it on tracks, these rappers copy and pasting it
Take Belichick playbook and still won't be the Patriots
How you on parole with a curfew and some beef?
Don't shit where you eat, the first rule of the streets
Ayo, my mind really made me sick
Bein' faded that create the glitch
I dip the quill and then I paint the glyph
Givin' respect, it isn't earned, it just creates a bitch
And only hoes do whatever just to make it rich
Major shit
The architect, the labyrinth, I'm Daedalus
If life's the greatest gift, then why these bastards make you pay for it?
Politicians, cut 'em 'cross the throat, not a bad decision
Stick my middle finger in the fuckin' stab incision
Then drip my bladder's piss all on your fuckin' flag's traditions
Need an asteroid with a fast collision
Wipe out every bastard livin'
When I was younger used to stumble with my spikes on
Lookin' for a shoulder I can cry on
Lookin' for some drugs that I can die on
Lookin' for a wall that I can write on
The icon with [?] pipe bombs
If cops throw they lights on, we shadows in the night, gone
You decide how you gonna do it when it's do or die
Stripping off my skin I'm just you inside
Even if I choose to die my life is still computerized