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Ego crushin’. I know not me but I know that he know nothin’. He sold somethin’ that resembled a soul – into a free-flow, fuck him when he grow and get old. See now he wanna talk about a thing as if he knows anything about anything. Arrogance is often understood so well by humans because we wear it in the midst of our illusions. A god is born amid the DNA amenders pretendin’ positivity is something we can render out of pathological liars transformed to avengers and slashin’ out of the wires wrapped around appendage. I just broke out my own sunset and sat it down where the proud townsfolk met then posed a single question – not a challenge, but to shake it up – instead to shed the skin that kept me stuck inside my basement, fucked.

Take a piece of who I claimed I was and toss it in the ocean. Take a piece of who I claimed I was and feed it to the Titans. There is no more need for falsehood in this repose of devotion. Tell them everything I ever claimed to learn was through me bitin’. Does it strike anyone else as even a little strange that this fringe life freakshow squashed in a frame is a social experiment where complex creatures all pretend to share the exact same brain?! Hold up, I ain’t crazy, Brospeh, I can just admit that the most learned drone among us don’t know shit. It’s not pessimistic if you don’t apply the twist of a morbid disposition meets a dislocated disk. I’m a solo sorcerer. Who, though? The Brujo. Stacked with a couple of voodoo dolls for who knows why; why not?! Spittin’ sunlight shit – watch the moon dry rot.

[ I ain’t shit man, don’t get it twisted. Work 40+ just to get dumb lifted. Towin’ the cusp of a soul so gifted and a nomad pussin’ out – whole show shifted. ]

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from Satan's on His Way & He Wants His Drugs, released June 21, 2014

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