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Featuring: Mr. Muthafuckin' eXquire

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POST ELVIS

Bite a quarter pounder,

no nutrition value, thoughts all around you.

Make the spirit prouder, drop the ball on merit - and sing praises into clouds or clap your hands and feel the heat in the moment.

Rub off on saints' attitude and Moses.

Movement, cutting through to the roses, Kantian thoughts right under our noses.

Scrape off the wisdom through the window,

graffiti through the windmill pin blow.

I'm counting clouds just like in limbo,

grey attitude seeps through in lingo.

Movin' forward it just seems so bare,

whack a man through the hedges or through the stairs.

Look out through the lens of sold thunder,

shot me through the back raging asunder.

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Audio sounds from another realm, motherfuckers talk like they ain't got nothing to sell. It's like Žižek sees the ideology strike a mental sword, slice into heteronomy.

There's nothing left for me, I'll take a number 9 with no hints of subtle irony, it's between this and a mental place of constriction, die a thousand times and just bear with it.

I wish a mother fucker would, then I'd just move forward and die from confliction, tell everyone that life is just restriction, the lie of happiness is just too wicked. I'll tell you one thing though; if it's between morality and the sunset lows I'll take the chair outta the bed and choose neither option the whole damn thing is one big corruption.

EXQUIRE

Down to his last, can't even afford Excedrin he load his pain in his pistol and pours it out on the reverend.

Took a swig of Stoli and said depression possessed him. It seemed like all of us were receiving blessings except him. life's so ironic when before you fly you think you die. You face your fears you're feeling, feelin' feelings can't describe. Understand the mastermind, his only mastermind, mind over matter and matter makes everything you mind. Time's a flat circle that spins in a pattern randomize. ask your most that pattern like fabric on patterns you design.

Intuition's a magnet, so ask yourself where do you align?

Do you define your life's worth by rules that you decide?

or you lowly when scrutinized, genius lost within foolish pride, powered by truth or ruined lives?