Red:
He holds his fist closed
Need dibs so it’s the Sith’s hold
Sold free spirits, hears it
Gets it on the fifth go
Well I wish I had some quarters
Fishing without hooks
Leaving me high and deprived
Like kids without books
Living on the terra where a tera the sign of an era
The game now’s like FERA, nothings chimera – said he
Spoke too soon claiming that he rule the game
That shits the phase of the moon homie, bound to change
Mononymous non-synonymous anomalous
What you got platinum? That’s fat scat son
Kept in glass, embalmed in it
Kept in class, en masse, sorry got psalms to spit
Drip Aqua Regia from the teeth
A heavy breather, rot the speakers
Next to glowing leaf, drinking the Lethe
At least I got a good chance of waking up from my sleep
(Sheep)
Shit comes to me in my dreams, so it seems, wake up covered in sheets
Written
In R-E-D
See for cryptographers he’s the eighth wonder
Wondering feet under heat up top, buffering feats
Won’t stop, till I get my seconds
Times when you’re counting every second
Bound to wreck it, check it
When there’s lightning there’s…
Keeping it brief like the acronym
Elapsing them
Scrapping up from the last accident
Look what acid did to platinum
Schemata had them after son
Fire back at ‘em like after none
Data don’t add up add some Plus
Melting Platinum, melting gold
Fuck the records that you sold
Spitting Aqua Regia
That’s that Aqua Regia
That’s that

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