Waiting For The World To end

It's easy to say this place isn't beautiful

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So we all six, six, six, six

Seven, seven, seven

Six, six, six, eight, eight

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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.

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the unexpected virtue of ignorance

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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

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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

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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

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Face away

Deal with the pain

Your own way

How could they deal with the pain?

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I knew

It was mine too

And you?

Is it really you?

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Let's search the sky for a while

You and I

Collide like two stars for a while

You and I

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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

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[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

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Gold Teeth on a Bum

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Destroy the algorithm

[unsubconscious]

DADA “Light My Fingers” candle by Claire Olshan

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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

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We put it on tracks, these rappers copy and pasting it

Take Belichick playbook and still won't be the Patriots

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How you on parole with a curfew and some beef?

Don't shit where you eat, the first rule of the streets

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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

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