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Trippin and falling, high like i can’t touch the ground proper im stallin and falling like prophetic time stoppers so stop! and watch a television show, because when it comes to us you just can’t know inside the body, outside of time, shulgin synthesized drugs parody the mind. seen black holes ebb and flow, but you think you on a ro’? Put on ZINNs shews and check the news HEADLINE TONIGHT: PSYCHONAUGHTS PREACHING TO THE MASSES FROM THE pew pew pews…. our lazers are in favor ignite the light, PEW@! mind blown dead slaver. 2) Silence as my psyche gets psychedelically psychonaugtic, toppin my minds eye-conic depiction of psychotropics, an ocean of dreams, im sailing through thoughts, so potent it seems, l on the drop, this is some psycho-logic…… 3)…..Naughty nautic. Sailing through waves of rhymes, try to , but when it comes to the jugger-or-naught, you can’t stop it. so we dreadlock the dreadnaught just so god can fill the hair lock, fall from the sky, slow down and reverse this verse, cause there is no up or down, just forward or rewound, straight ****** LOGIC
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Feb 19, 2016
Feb 19, 2016 at 1:35 PM UTC
Psychologic
Trippin and falling, high like i can’t touch the ground proper im stallin and falling like prophetic time stoppers so stop! and watch a television show, because when it comes to us you just can’t know inside the body, outside of time, shulgin synthesized drugs parody the mind. seen black holes ebb and flow, but you think you on a ro’? Put on ZINNs shews and check the news HEADLINE TONIGHT: PSYCHONAUGHTS PREACHING TO THE MASSES FROM THE pew pew pews…. our lazers are in favor ignite the light, PEW@! mind blown dead slaver. 2) Silence as my psyche gets psychedelically psychonaugtic, toppin my minds eye-conic depiction of psychotropics, an ocean of dreams, im sailing through thoughts, so potent it seems, l on the drop, this is some psycho-logic…… 3)…..Naughty nautic. Sailing through waves of rhymes, try to , but when it comes to the jugger-or-naught, you can’t stop it. so we dreadlock the dreadnaught just so god can fill the hair lock, fall from the sky, slow down and reverse this verse, cause there is no up or down, just forward or rewound, straight ****** LOGIC
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Feb 19, 2016
Feb 19, 2016 at 1:35 PM UTC
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