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Allone Usa - East Side Lyrics

If you're gonna push our Buttons, chicken scratching petty notes
The candy-artist suckers lick tramp stamps getting gross
While my think tank ink bank addresses pushing envelopes
You flail, crossed, nailed caught on a regretted quote
You're empty boasts of heavy holsters, metal toting
Pathetic genetics get exposed along with your petticoats
While you skirt by your frail tale entails updated emperor's dressing codes
You're content with no content riding the tails of any coat...
Of paint-"brush your head and shoulders off"
Flaky dandRuff-Riders fashion conscious rappers clothes endorsed
Docile posing dogs, indoctrinated in ignorance holding balls
Like doctors told em cough
But the smoldered cautious candles they hold and offer
To the gods of wind, I, demonstrative of bold embossed provocative
Monstrous wit blow em off
In a hurri-cane-sugar-rush that's fierce
I Katrina crush my fears
I paddle past the flooded piers amongst my peers
Against the grain-cream of the crop, through tears (tiers)
And the mainstream to the top of my clear-view-ambitions
Its maddening missing my madame's grasp the academy snatched from me vicious
But the bullet's bitten with the nutritious
Fruits of my cherry honesty chopping tree labor provisions
This is written considering the kids with a sage's wisdom and a baby's interest
Who wish to make a difference, and are indifferent to our differences
If I'm to be another crimson squished brick affixed with symmetry
In this pitifully constructed structure in homage to anonymity
Then I demand my dignity be blissfully fixed with intrigue infinitely
I want to be a dope segment in the globes favorite mosaic, all painted with no sanction
My cry goes on to call the krylon gods, the clans of brave
Whose passion lay in cans of paint, demand and crave the aluminum
Pattern clank you can relate to an agitated rattlesnake
Preceding the whispering lisp splash of spraying, pigment cloud craft create
Aero-Saul Williams, Michael Cangelo mixed dream castle
Sistene Chapel out of bricks we grant soul
And if the teacher that we have's a Big Apple
Who granted us food for thought kit snacks
Subtracting syntax how to accurately aptly encrypt answers
With gratitude rewards towards pedagogy impact?
Well I confess to showing this mad
Hood-winked cobra encroaching this path
To book-worm braille trails
The perfect spoils of fertile soil
Sifting the slugs, slime and shells out of the snail mail
While squirming churning upturning the underground's
Storm cellar sanctuary, before the thunder's growl
I penned a poem plundered out of street signs strewn amongst the town
Lets tour, and talk a couple hours and summon how you'll love the sound