Date Posted:14:32:33 03/30/13 Sat Author:Vice Verser Subject: Emotionally Bankrupt
Lyricists die when lyricists try to pull rank
Get ya tongue cut out and thrown in a fish-tank
split brains, bust heads and say the words unsaid
Emotionally bankrupt, there isn't any love left
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Running in the forest, burning the trees
Self-taught, look at everything I'm learning from me
You could learn it for free, don't let it elude you
Consumed with all the mediums we move through
Smoking a cigarette, staring through the moonroof
I quit so many times and rip so many rhymes
Negativity follows but I don't give it any time
got a mission on my mind, got millions to make
Death could die and my haters get shot at the wake
Prophecy awaits while the women strip naked
Agoraphobic mind that slip into big spaces
The sky is falling as Earth is invaded
Psychic spies that study mind penetration
Elevation is king and I sore like herpes
Got the message written and gift-wrapped for Hermes
In an old-school chevy bumping tunes from the 30's
