CZAR FIASCO
I melt like ice cream at 90 degrees
Cocoa butter masseuse
Massaging my knees up to the root
Born to kill but rooting for peace
Full Metal Jacket. Alchemist
Foolproof when you fully need it
Hedonist hymns born on whim
Negative creeps nirvanas in question
I ponder my honesty
Wishing for a fonder reflection
I barely recognize myself again
Maybe the flesh, but never within
Let's finish without a trace
Rhyme book, is low maintenance
A totem pole with no formation
I change quicker than clockwork orange door knocks
With taped faces and
Dead presidential candidates that hold reign still
A disgrace and fuck a plan if you
Never been punched in your face
That's a Tyson nugget, a stone cold killer
Or the likening of it got everything you want
Just for them to raise the pricing of it
And I don't know much about where I'm from
But I can run and wear my gun
And fly toward the ceiling of hell
Sealing a failure to sail
Cause the wings are stale
And I don't know much about where I'm from
But I can run and wear my gun
And fly toward the ceiling of hell
Sealing a failure to sail
Cause the wings are stale
And I don't know much about where I'm from
But I can run wear my gun
And fly toward the ceiling of hell
Sealing a failure to sail
Cause the wings are stale
And I don't know much about where I'm from
But I can run wear my gun
And fly toward the ceiling of hell
Sealing a failure to sail cause the wings are stale
The Czar Brings Fiascos
Remedies for false, freedom, code name cash flow
I get high on my own supply
Every line is Dope
Pianist push keys, reading they notes
Every sentence is well spent
Hearing what's next
Converting images to sound
Prayer mats to match, akin to a crown
Zero, discharge, Millennium Dawn
Strikes and share cropping laws
What's yours is Mine
A pompous with no knowledge
Who think everything is right
Saying, Why should I write?
I'm already all right
Alt right. Shooters to Black Panther paradise
How you gonna have a paragon without a parasite
Or a Pair of guns to fight?
Impaired sight My livelihood seize night
Everything, deceased, peace, life
Enemy of the state. Friend of the people
I fight evil flight or fright
My tears needed the right theatre. Free
And I don't know much about where I'm from
But I can run and wear my gun
And fly toward the ceiling of hell
Sealing a failure to sail
Cause the wings are stale
And I don't know much about where I'm from
But I can run and wear my gun
And fly toward the ceiling of hell
Sealing a failure to sail
Cause the wings are stale
And I don't know much about where I'm from
But I can run wear my gun
And fly toward the ceiling of hell
Sealing a failure to sail
Cause the wings are stale
And I don't know much about where I'm from
But I can run wear my gun
And fly toward the ceiling of hell
Sealing a failure to sail cause the wings are stale
Cocoa butter masseuse
Massaging my knees up to the root
Born to kill but rooting for peace
Full Metal Jacket. Alchemist
Foolproof when you fully need it
Hedonist hymns born on whim
Negative creeps nirvanas in question
I ponder my honesty
Wishing for a fonder reflection
I barely recognize myself again
Maybe the flesh, but never within
Let's finish without a trace
Rhyme book, is low maintenance
A totem pole with no formation
I change quicker than clockwork orange door knocks
With taped faces and
Dead presidential candidates that hold reign still
A disgrace and fuck a plan if you
Never been punched in your face
That's a Tyson nugget, a stone cold killer
Or the likening of it got everything you want
Just for them to raise the pricing of it
And I don't know much about where I'm from
But I can run and wear my gun
And fly toward the ceiling of hell
Sealing a failure to sail
Cause the wings are stale
And I don't know much about where I'm from
But I can run and wear my gun
And fly toward the ceiling of hell
Sealing a failure to sail
Cause the wings are stale
And I don't know much about where I'm from
But I can run wear my gun
And fly toward the ceiling of hell
Sealing a failure to sail
Cause the wings are stale
And I don't know much about where I'm from
But I can run wear my gun
And fly toward the ceiling of hell
Sealing a failure to sail cause the wings are stale
The Czar Brings Fiascos
Remedies for false, freedom, code name cash flow
I get high on my own supply
Every line is Dope
Pianist push keys, reading they notes
Every sentence is well spent
Hearing what's next
Converting images to sound
Prayer mats to match, akin to a crown
Zero, discharge, Millennium Dawn
Strikes and share cropping laws
What's yours is Mine
A pompous with no knowledge
Who think everything is right
Saying, Why should I write?
I'm already all right
Alt right. Shooters to Black Panther paradise
How you gonna have a paragon without a parasite
Or a Pair of guns to fight?
Impaired sight My livelihood seize night
Everything, deceased, peace, life
Enemy of the state. Friend of the people
I fight evil flight or fright
My tears needed the right theatre. Free
And I don't know much about where I'm from
But I can run and wear my gun
And fly toward the ceiling of hell
Sealing a failure to sail
Cause the wings are stale
And I don't know much about where I'm from
But I can run and wear my gun
And fly toward the ceiling of hell
Sealing a failure to sail
Cause the wings are stale
And I don't know much about where I'm from
But I can run wear my gun
And fly toward the ceiling of hell
Sealing a failure to sail
Cause the wings are stale
And I don't know much about where I'm from
But I can run wear my gun
And fly toward the ceiling of hell
Sealing a failure to sail cause the wings are stale
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Writer(s): Damon Free
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