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Guaping

from Kommunism by Kommunist Kid

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Winning oscars like obi so i ostracize the ostriches
Yours truly lay a label off who try an' box him in
A giant locked up pen, 'cause its with the wind that i write
The audio of auditores all of florence is my audience
Sin from the pipe, bitter wives'll try and give it back
But diabolos knows you dyin solo so hidden rack
Is mine to photo, dine with Hova and ya home seems different as
A pond from a lilypad and pat up little patty's ass
Pander to the pandemonium, grow roaches back
So the rolling done, rose em up outta graves of ash
Fade back from black as kobe's nome de plume and shady's act
Even baffle baphomet, the bat'll hit his alias
I feel bonafide conan wild, with bars buried in
The colder mind, bone your wife its still barbarian
Still tsar alien, still scar a baby hen
With bales of hay, you playa fakes yeller as jerry lin

Got all these bitches prayin
Though they don't know what im sayin
I keep it og
Any actor actin up turn around fade like kobe

Dont confuse it, never been afraid to name drop
Provin aint to prove it ill jack my fuckin fake rocks
Back from the same cop robotic as a dalek
His exonerated badge like a bottle full of jag
Hopin rodents dont record the shit but most of em is bored of it
Sandy haired and blue eyes with torture to lord over him
Can't leer so rude guys focus toys sorta lit
Born a prick, like the first thing fuckin noticeable
Sinnin in sicily, simple the sentiment, centrification of all of the unity
Fuck what you do to me
I feel like Huey P
But one more rapper comin up'll see a shootin spree
The latitude is temper of a tempest for the heads up
My atitude is temper from the hemp of fuckin red love
I aint a rapper ive just got a way with words
But if rappin was my life, i just got away with murder

I feel bonafide conan wild, with bars buried in
The colder mind, bone your wife its still barbarian
Still tsar alien, still scar a baby hen
With bales of hay, you playa fakes yeller as jerry lin

Got all these bitches prayin
Though they don't know what im sayin
I keep it og
Any actor actin up turn around fade like kobe

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from Kommunism, released December 1, 2014

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