[free] earl sweatshirt x zekeultra type beat "UtOPIA"

[@TwistedFuchsia]

blood on the horizon, blood in the water, bloody hands of the son and daughter, grown up without guidance of a father, skydance like, project bluebeam, caught inna trance like you never knew me, fallen on hard times like this a 1930's movie, see 100 ways the system try to screw me, walkin holes in my sweats, holes in my shirt thank the cigarettes, but i'm past that, no back pat, kept to my own so I've faced wrath, lit up off somethin different this that space wax, watchin space balls (fkn) laid back (like), it don't take that long, to realize, we had it all wrong, from the jump, movin' backwards now, cancer on the rise while the markets trend down, they gon' gaslight like we the let-down, got our backs against the wall, east berlin plottin on the fall, chilly when the wind brush me in the fall, lost all my fruits where am I to end, when alcohol is abused lonely in a public bathroom stall, knowin this shit all a ruse and i've got nobody to call, in the zone gray, just locked eyes with contact, no other option when they cock back, this land of the lost, fiends and narcissists, only real when an eye watchin, we so out of touch and pocket, findin ways to point blame and create problems, flip that switch, throughout the day the mood shift, controlled by the algorithm, throwin you off yo' rhythm, only you blind to the way they promote the schism, believin lies and ignoring your own intuition, you knew the right way but chose this so now you're, barely livin', caught in abyss inside lie the void feelin something missin, but you continue to avoid, any conflict so they effectively weaponize controlled opposition, feel the current know the tide is shiftin', they rewrite so we give-in thinkin what's done is written, once you know this fight transcends the physical, you sharpen the mind and feed the soul~

[@Distorteddialect]

Sick sample

[@homelessguy4395]

ITS ALL FOR YOU DAMIEN

[@omaije]

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[@jaysonnjmusic677]

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[@angelocortes8940]

Ballyhoos of whats the matter dude drapped in deaf ears had the canvas bruised and my manners chewed, so i choose to pretend i made peace with the saddest views, but im still marooned waist deep in the maddest hues of splattered blues, underneath a makeshift moon soon to bloom upon a baked cliff of orphaned latitudes, seranaded by spaced lips plattered with platitudes on my graveshift in the tomb of forced gratitude, graciously prune a loom of dorsal fin magnitudes to gather clues on what your position on the ladder proves, my crew a que of druids soothed by a room of cautious attitudes, red handed but it wasnt lies it was just unraveled truths, hand read hope the lines meant an abandoned noose, Sand red as pardoned violence, her eyes burst skies of defiance, bloody horizons of apartied diamonds, the prophet is him whos profit is silence, gossip in the guise of guidance, politicians birthed in bias, solipsism nurse the tyrant, wanna listen learn to quiet the sorrowful prison of a mind thats tired

[@jxn1812]

Yo normally I’d completely ignore this but I rapped it in my head and you were fucking flowin dog rs

[@angelocortes8940]

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[@MichaelA-dm7iv]

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[@geminitwosidez]

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