M E M O R I E S

Dropping elevator sounds

50 million hounds

Bark serendipitously

Terminal velocity

Making accelerating history

Mr me

I

Dr pie

That guy

Top of the morning to the world

Grab a boy grab a girl

Grab a boy grab a b***h

Go off without a hitch

We just hit level 4

Here comes the alca tour

Open up the f*****g door

Twisted shadows caw

 Embrace the poor

War-tired veterans

Faded led zeppelin

Flying lotus

Coast to coast is

Ditsant memories echo nearby

But i was never that guy

Self centered to the point of regicide

It only takes 2 too decide

Open up your drug eyes

Tell me when its time to die

Reaper throws weed in the pouch

Ouch

Late night mickey mouse

Outside the back of the house

Stop the scream and shout

You fools just let the elevated king out

Echelon killing

Pipeline drilling

Oil slick

Oil rich

Intricate intricacies in the back of the ditch

Got 50 for a snitch

Hit 50 then switch

War fell over and death stepped in

Helped it up

Forget the cuffs

1984 past future

Listen to me I am

The future , loser

Met with beuller

Got lost in the sewer

Gutter trash filth

Gotta let the dirt live on the silk

Poor has to be rich sometime

Go abck rewind

This metaphysicial anomaly

Has cocaine like properties

Too hot for a T

So I grab 7 and eat

Blast the street

F**k what you reap

Im out here sewing

Out here blowing

Up

And enough is enough im turing it up but blowing it down

My town this time around

Pedulum spinning

What trhe f**k when you starts swinging

When I was never winning

F**k man you sinning

Nah im just king

With the platinum ring

Go around with SIN

Draped on the back of the god

Reverse dog

Forwards God

Embraced by the passion of the love

Jesus Christ

So bright

Turn that s**t down son

Oh I just went beast mode �" 1

Level up teh drums

Make the music become one

With the resonating fequincies in your head

Stolen when your dead

Stay in bed

You don’t want to sleep with lead

You don’t want the Picasso red

Didnt you just f*****g hear what I said

Basqiuat black

Sat in the kitchen listening whizzing what is papa cooking

Motherucker why you looking

Dont make me start shooting and looting and abusing and cruising over your corpse like I’m riding a f*****g horse

Power of the hour graffiti sour on the street with the flour

Asian tendencies ripped apart by western serenity

No meaning in these hard words just cold slurs wrapped in abysmal lords of power withdrawed in this final hour, add more flour

Way too high

Get me down from the f*****g sky

B***h don’t ask why

Im afraid of heights

I could never possibly reach

Without the inspire to teach and preach

On these ice weeks

When time itself becomes an enemy

Keep up the volcanic energy

Ripping through space like a tidal remedy

The final temperate memory

You will remember me