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Wow, they lose the game and then wanna flip the chess piece...
my chest leaks .. possessed speech...I am the crests, peak..
press beats ...overhead ..out of the best's reach..
Rest ? Please ... catching my breath...,
before the next leap...
I remember thinking of failure..on the carpet...
in a basement...legend of the Zelda in the darkness..
rewinding all the wisdom of elders, they've imparted...
yearly , dearly departed ..is more often...
cycle of life....despite it, a disciple of right..
b/c the cons of doing wrong..like dying twice in my sight..
I stick up for weak...like pikes through spine of a knights...
shish-kabob the wicked...serve'm diced over rice..
liable mind my business...'less we're likely to fight..
like a war of attrition .. only try to brighten the light..
grip them by wrist's to listen..but my trying is trite...
we're all imprisoned I just whisper.. when we riot at night..





Now, when it comes to these lyrics I am just limitless...
the only caveats when suspended amongst the primative..
like men who like object but hinder what isn't gender stiff...
Loving women's not only limited to the feminist...
shit, this the real amber alert..
encased baser instinct..it's a cancerous perch...
looking down on their image ..so answer this first...
subtract attraction from prism, could you handle it, jerk?
search pathways of half assed brains..it makes me upset...
rap slang, not a bad thang...but that's just one set...
to grab change ... I abstain ..and it's a tough bet...
all in, chips on the table...know what I saw then?
the math game, now I stash pain ...for them to bar skim? ...
ya'll win, got calf strains...from running long scrims....
exhausted...finish lines just getting further way....
no worries I've faced worse...from an impervious race...

Refrain:

Sticks and stones ..may rip my clothes....
but you'll never find dirt on me....
so I'm gon wrap hands...in the facts...
I can't be moved where I stand..on me..

Sticks and stones ..may chip my bones...
but you'll never knock me off my feet...
so I'm give my all and if I fall...
then it's gonna be all on me...on me...

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from Press Ex to Start, released January 26, 2020
Eville/Zpu Zilla

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Firmly attached to the golden age of hiphop when you had to actually rap to be a rapper.

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