[Verse 3]
Driver we need you, there’s been a power outage at the barber’s college
But no kink of an armor guard the solace for your popcorn [?]
So let’s really be honest, I’ll definitely [?] the fuck off, yes I promise
In a beautiful array of visual effects and cynical text
Over any threats like [?] poisons to ingest
But it jives to the [?] were dormant, [?] with a search warrant
The thirst of the church is formless
So we gotta slide through a warship (Warship, nigga)
Burden of a sorceress so warm but the [?] get it
I forfeit the [?] for some court-ordered warlord’s wish
I’m at the abortion clinic with an Aryan yuppie
Killing off their offspring because they declare me very ugly
When the eugenics push, I avoided the synthetics with a kemetic push
Psycho-kinetic gush, yeah
I’m billowing out of the cartel pipes
I’m billowing out of the cartel pipes What you gonna do with that pain, pain? What you gonna do with that pain? [Intro]
It’s too late to be beautiful
(What you gonna do with that pain?)
(What you gonna do with that pain?)
(What you gonna do with that pain?)
Check me out, I’m back
[Verse 1]
Itemize the criminal element
Of the African-American identity polemic
From an international [?] columnist
Working from the largest company in the world
Where the debt is bottomless
I’m billowing out of the cartel pipes
I’m billowing out of the cartel pipes
All of this predicated on my mind false so I’m lost
You gonna add the bylaws to the deep [?] abortion
And you should [?] but in the hard [?] hard models
Zombie report the shakers of an online megastructure
[Verse 2]
The captain [?] a repetitive number as it echoed in our dream tally
Beginning to be branded in the streets of Cali
I’ve been [?] the rhythm of a seance leader
But it’s like your energy’s way off the meter
And part ways to spend a day with a [?] breather
Further benevolence of the cultural norms, I wrote for the swarm
And the ward council where I board the mouthful of prayers
If I’m prepared, yeah, they’re also sworn, the oath was worn
The apples were bitten, combustible cataclysms get a revision
And deep precision of the [?]
Undercurrents of our purpose and vision
I disturb the coveted additions
A taste of scourge for the world deserves contritions
Or nobody in the 83rd [?] curb spittin’
It’s like a [?] nerve pinchin’, nerd listen
I’ve been to the hood, being where I’m from [?] Merv Griffins
Cause his styles keep the surface spinnin’
And they embrace my perfect weapon

What you gonna do with that pain?

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