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Organisms Input, Organized Output (A Little Rap Over Some Instrumental Tune)
Entry posted by kisswithguns
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you put inputs of conditioning into the organisms additioning
to reorganize their will of behavior, empires enslaved ya
who got the guts to say what?
the questions marked savior, revolutions of the prayers cut down to truth of care
i swear, my square is drawn up by majors levels
so rebels, Who told the x was there?
who left the battles stared?
i share where you can bare - the loss of whom was chaired chained locks
- but wit my five grips of the hip hop
my trip is my words clocked, attuned approve wit the only slits rigteous
- if you must fight this, fight with us because time is lost,
offered heads as our only cost now were stuck.
now write less, everyone writes yes. everyone writes yes. writes yes.
applied chests might just light this despite, unite our kites flagged by themselves
so you gotta swing by someone else, hoping on the rights to fly again,
or the numbers potentiated by ten, on that other side of the fense,
grass only greener when by its sence, or when looked at in suspence
defend the ages of the swagger you sold your soul if their goals has tagged ya,
with the swastika nazis wa, still breathing our care when lives were leaving their state of mind,yeah
but its still smoldering the air repeatin, unfolds between the stairs,
or the slippers in the layers from the suits to the sued which never declared anything shared,
stared only come on, just roll me as your dimes strolled free from lines, let me outline that for ya
- just think if you ever had a clue, what bought our leads to destroyer?
Who are our valued fiends for ya?
have you been known to greet symbols instead of dollar foyers, degenerating, elliminating
ya numbers in plus to mind us to cross your states of fuss for the threads of us
to be reattaching the fists of blushed blood tracking our real nature
- dealing whatever hates ya to replay their games safer - get out of there!
refill the names, thrill the lame, unshield the shame
and if you go loose ya head then stop again - what a shame
so rebels, Who told the x was there?
who left the battles stared?
i share where you can bare - the loss of whom was chaired chained locks
- but wit my five grips of the hip hop
my trip docked on my words clocked, attuned approve wit the only slits rigteous
- if you must fight this, fight with us because time is lost, offered heads as our only cost now were stuck.
now write less, everyone writes yes. everyone writes yes. writes yes. write just right just rigtheous... write justs
readjust.
Milkbone, keep it real
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