Nova Classica
This is a...
New classic
Soul wrapped in plastic
Preserve and persevere in the world that's jurassic
My dominance wrecks
Abdominal flex
Projects
Rejects
With the domino effects
Don't let em.
Close your mouth
Or hold you down
impose a doubt
these clones would choke a lonesome spouse
& Stomp a mouse
live-stream [it] on a mount
bold and proud
applaud aloud
all for clout
With a buzz for light-years through infinity — beyond!
All my styles couldn't fit in a garage
[I] used to live under a bridge, now I live in a mirage
Christian fa sho
But a villain with flows
Healing ya soul
But killing ya goals
If ya thinking of stealing the throne
It's steel in my bones
Instilled in my throat
is poems
in cylindrical scrolls
I'm building my skill into pinnacle zones
while you child'en chillin' still in ya phone
Pitiful drones
Dwindling slow
On a slippity slope
Diminishing hope
Fitting the mold
But would kill to be known
By a million or so
But you sit on a stone
Made of foam
in ya home
With a grill & a cone
Moan, groan, roam
Spit in a bowl
Then wonder why you big as a gnome
Don't act like you ain't feeling the flow...
This is a new classic
Soul wrapped in magic
Fear not the spell of girls wrapped in plastic
Bombastic
Like bombs (like-bombs) are blasted
That's called dominion in a world that's jurassic
But my soul's wrapped in plastic
My soul's wrapped in plastic
...preserve and persevere
Yea
New classic
Soul wrapped in plastic
Preserve and persevere in the world that's jurassic
My dominance wrecks
Abdominal flex
Projects
Rejects
With the domino effects
Don't let em.
Close your mouth
Or hold you down
impose a doubt
these clones would choke a lonesome spouse
& Stomp a mouse
live-stream [it] on a mount
bold and proud
applaud aloud
all for clout
With a buzz for light-years through infinity — beyond!
All my styles couldn't fit in a garage
[I] used to live under a bridge, now I live in a mirage
Christian fa sho
But a villain with flows
Healing ya soul
But killing ya goals
If ya thinking of stealing the throne
It's steel in my bones
Instilled in my throat
is poems
in cylindrical scrolls
I'm building my skill into pinnacle zones
while you child'en chillin' still in ya phone
Pitiful drones
Dwindling slow
On a slippity slope
Diminishing hope
Fitting the mold
But would kill to be known
By a million or so
But you sit on a stone
Made of foam
in ya home
With a grill & a cone
Moan, groan, roam
Spit in a bowl
Then wonder why you big as a gnome
Don't act like you ain't feeling the flow...
This is a new classic
Soul wrapped in magic
Fear not the spell of girls wrapped in plastic
Bombastic
Like bombs (like-bombs) are blasted
That's called dominion in a world that's jurassic
But my soul's wrapped in plastic
My soul's wrapped in plastic
...preserve and persevere
Yea
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