Astaroth: "Time; it can easily be friendly
But the same amount of enemy
In your memory lies the past
A blast of good and evil, obeys and felonies
For the sequel; we will wait"
Typicul: When I'm writing my shit, I'll be sucking up darkness
I can say that, motherfucker, I'm an artist
This is my brain, my mind and my pain
If you're talking shit, I'll be cutting off you're tartus
You could say that I'm heartless, lawless
Your hearts design is the same as mine is
Try to hold your shine, it will rain regardless
Someone's driving with a carin your lane and park it
Aw, shit...
They were hissing I'm harmless
Motherfucker, I'm the definition of sharpness
Crash the parties and I act retarded
You stink and I drop you like a bag of garbage
Sorry I act like a corny fool, but I'll only be rapping to all of you
And I thought I was handsome and sort of cool
Guess I'm stalling out that like a yawn at school
You don't wanna do you like you're mutable
Dressing up all of the truth like it's suitable
What do you do when you're usually neutral?
Stooping in coup for a beautiful funural
You can say what you want when it's my time
You can spam on my wall, on my timeline
I'm here, but the nice man's gone
Taking off my head, put my white mask on
Astaroth: The ghosts of before draws me in
I drink up my last bottle of gin
Drinking my mask back on, I release my mind with this holy one
Wish I could put it all upon a shelf
My inner thoughts and my outer self
Flickers between my voice and the pasts noise
Emjay: One word, is the reason that I
Won't hurt, anybody cuz I have
Concured, every rapper in this game, it's a shame
But the fact that I act like I rap for all of you
What am I supposed to do?
Accept the weed, then roll out with the smoking crew?
That ain't my style, swear it's gonna take a while
Before this rap game is over
Tell me when it's over, still getting older
Rhymes getting colder, not being sober
Right around the corner, gonna be doper
Still gonna go for it, hope for it, you can bet a dollar on it
Take a bow, saying bye for now but when you're gonna sleep you're gonna miss the crowd
Ask yourself: How? Wow, did I really bail out?
Guess I just need some time to figure things out
Take some time to find your balls again
Take some time to get on top again
Afraid to sin in the name of God, you need to find yourself man, stop acting like a tard
I know some times are hard, but you can't complain
Cuz you will never go through enough pain
I can guide you through the right doors
But the only voice you should listen to is yours...
"I could say that, motherfucker, I'm an artist"
"Afraid to sin in the name of God, you need to find yourself man, stop acting like a tard"
"I'm the definition of sharpness"
"You could bet a dollar on it"
"... usually neutral?
Stooping in coup for a beautiful funural"
"Guess I just need some time to figure things out"
HO x8
Astaroth: Wish I could put it all upon a shelf
My inner thoughts and my outer self
Flickers between my voice and the pasts noise
The ghosts of before draws me in
I drink up my last bottle of gin
Drinking my mask back on, I release my mind with this holy one
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