[Verse One]
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You replicas overlooking the guidelines of acoustics
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Miserable attempts result in miserable conclusions
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Paragon pen dragon tactician on freeform
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Then a comfortable silence try to combat cliques
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That unexpected Sephotus cyclone shifts
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Worked up you're shooken, jetted to the side
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I stagger this vagabond wondering menstrual forms of phobia
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Worst fear the terrace stricken muted
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The roots of all evil I've rooted pinnacle
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Poised with pride pouncing to break your stride, forsaken
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Agony rides inside the heartache wretched condition
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My intuition felt you slip up
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You tripped alone what are you aiming for?
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Or do you sus tries to classify your genus, distorted fetus
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Evolve, type unsolved, you lack the malediction
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Malleable martyrs get molded, then folded under pressure
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Thou perceives a slaughter suspension
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Bridge over troubled water drown, sound study intensive
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My square drops two erasing lines like tetris
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Relentless agent hush horrendous circles on my pavement
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Two sticks to burn basics the lie adjacent to my placement
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On the game board, lunge forward and wind-up impaled by the same sword
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Choose your weapon, stains splattered upon your flag
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Taturag shielding the exterior inferior
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Stall face to face with a forms that force your downfall
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Admittedly suspicious, a decadence, your network's on hiatus
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Permanent, provoked and choked upon the potency
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The parrow be the penetrating agent pierce the insides
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Why the cold sweats at midnight? Why the dim light?
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Why are we staring at a true from the inside?
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Why the pen slide with vigor on a put down?
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Like while I put my foot down stomp your city
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A-E-S-O-P scoping through the bur, opening minds behind the smirks
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[Verse Two]
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I've seen misery, I've seen disgust dust ridden ruins
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Iron clad oracle test three COM unit disperse silently
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Over confidence leads to irony
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Plot twist full hardy Icarus shifted in facets of my form
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Forbidden aspects of the swarm a thorn upon your side
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A storm upon the rise, Adam, I or crush come brush upon the red zone
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Crook you're shook you started poorly
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Your powers parted pace uncharted territory
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Disoriented malicious god you'll burn your bridges
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This craft requires first drafts
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Graphs, gritted blueprints of nemesis perimeter
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Hunting by night compute, twenty one mic salute
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One life polluted, concerned muffle moans
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From the nine rings of Donnie's hell burn you in your slumber
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Sleepwalk then pulled under now
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Whipping through the willows is the warden of this garden
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Slipping through the silhouetted skylines Aesop sidewinds jaded
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Don't wind up war painted into the jungle the solution's not intrusion
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The starving institution broke your main frame
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I pose the question, are these waiting games worth it or worthless?
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While I comb the crowd for clues your nyebony hands be my purpose
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Our planet is the pivotal point
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In which this network slowly turns to filter kicks
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We out-box the berserk bewildered by the wilderness
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My clench is frantic clutch manners falling through underbrush
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Touch fools that duel with a dominant
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The evil-minded tried to triple six me but he missed me
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Intervene; emcees appear as red blips on my color radar screen
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Troubled Waters
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| Aesop Rock |
