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Classic Touch and Dundiff jumper. Let the past speak for itself. Save the nostalgia for your death bed.

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Catch me hangin’ out. Fangs and the Black & Mild dangle out my mouth. Matter fact, I’ma break ‘em off now, I guess I’m stubborn like Sampson when he breakin’ walls down. The truth is, I never let my lover be my lord, no. Beat the pussy up just like I’m gettin’ back from war, though. More so morose. Source in the forked road. Melloys are planted where the spores and the swords grow. Blood red red beard, drink plunder pillaging. Been on time maybe twice in my life. Phillistine. Super star of “Super Stoner Rappers Say the Illest Things.” Probably die alone, a hermit that’s word to Pope Cillistine. Sky fall. See the Son of Summer Sun’s body lyin on the dry wall. The Throne is mine, by law. By gones are by gones. Right on. Fine. You can keep the change, bitch, I keep the time and you ain’t gettin’ that, nah.

Serpahim sold soul, so go scarecrow. Ergo starin’ at the star scape spear throw. Hold up! High on Hydra blood, holed up. I’m just glad the gods of cosmic blah show up. Listen, I can flay your skin in four to five seconds, flat. Hollowed out skull? Touch Nice Mother Fuckin Hat. Soul trapped in this body like a firefly inside a jar beatin up against my skin like the glass. And that’s all I know so I conjure the sound of a boundary that grow and a fountain that flow through a town where the hounds and accountants all go. When I’m down for the count, count the ounce, and we’ll smoke. I told em nope! See through moves goons make while I float like fumes through the ashes of the wake. The steeple in the stipend of absurd enamel. Acolyte, Lavender Town Dirge Disciple.

If you’re focused on the past then we pedal right past because we’re movin’ right on.
And the prison couldn’t last because the prison couldn’t pass for a prizm that long.

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from Odysseus, released October 31, 2016
Produced by Dr. Dundiff.
All Lyrics by Touch AC
Recorded, Mixed, Mastered by Frames Danco at Framehouse.
Louisville

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Woke up in escape pod. Unsure of year. Must rap.

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