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So raise a glass of wine made from the grapes of wrath
Where razorbacks and primates in the cages clash
Fermented vengeance their engine, letting the rage adapt
Primal imagery predating scraps on Betamax
You wandered into my lair, it’s time to pay the tax
I’m running straight up the gut, man, you played the pass
Deflating egos, lay them flat on their face, collapsed
Hit the gas station for a tall white tee, wave it fast
Already too self-medicated to feel pain
So i’ll lock your dealer up inside some steel chains
I’m tearing out my tongue before it’s tasting defeat
Adjacent fact, biting leaves you busy chasing your teeth
Plus i’ve got the dopest logo, I’m engraving it deep
Corrupting data files akin to any papal decree
Rhythm’s turning dissing rappers into aparations, listen
Holograms at Bonoroo, the only one your mama knew
From sea
To shining
See, I’m climbing
Re-defining
My
Tech
Nique of rhyming
You can keep the diamonds
Along with beach and islands
The insincere better seek asylum
Acknowledge the freshest who sets it unapologetically
You better call the medic, preventive for not surrendering
I’m PJ Tucker, coming with the flavor that you’re keeping up with
Speaking rubbish, leap above it corner 3s and Ds the summit
My speech is crunching flummoxing at least a hundred dumming
Find them under the thumb of one with abundance leaving them running
The beat, it is stunning, in the deepest summers, no leasing Hummers
Stopping half-steppers and past efforts, I rap better
Trash reppers better adapt, my laughter venomous sending them back shredded
Time travel, edit the track
This cats are important as Eric B minus the R
Leaving them deep in the throes of heresy, trying to spar
I’ll arrive in car that’d make Mixalot blush
Not with put upon the glass, but for all the rust
Paint chipping away the hooptie brakes squealing something fierce
And I’m still doper regardless of the way that I appear
My regimen besting the verse you’re writing cursive violence
Heard you might’ve been sliding inside the church and hearse that i’m driving
Sankofa’s ghostriding, explosively close to the curb, and it’s rubbing
black smudged white walls sermon is summoned
Disturbances got you searching for something wandering the earth with pair of rusty nunchucks
From sundown to sun up
amazed by the recipients of dumb luck
Specifically the ones tucked in the pockets of puppeteers, who spun rust with numb lust
So one what? Microphone is all that is needed?
Smack them with their own hands, now they're Dumbstruck, Jeebus
Have their skin crawling back to the test tubes that it came from
No rescue from the mayhem I provided from day one
Let cats sleep, my preposterous output speaks for itself
No PR release for insipid gibberish yelped
Nah, I speak clearly so we don’t need the translator
Got Konfewshus over here, putting a cross on the fader
credits
from $5,000 Flashlights,
released September 2, 2019
Produced and mixed down/mastered by Agent Orange
Scratches by Konfewshus
Started following Juga-Naut upon hearing him break down life and rap relating to Kool G Rap on Crate808 and I've been a fan since. Wordplay, skill, the dope backdrops, what's not to love? Sankofa
