Dry Ice
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•21 Nov 2020
i came into this world burning see i was nervous i could feel it in my gut and my spleen the fire in me doesnt know nothing about settlin to inspire we set flames higher I was born just a little camp fire when i spit bars it's like flames from my chest i had to learn to adjust contain, let loose, or refrain its no contest you cant argue with my context i can spit the heat even in the winter around my camp fire reminding me of old flames. write my name in flames light fire in the sky i'm pure adrenaline uncut straight to your gut medicine we engulfed by the flames of a billion questions as the lotus blooms focus on your maya into the fire smoke fumes answering you when the time is right. i put the feather to the smoke we smudge in our household. i know it's infectious a spiritual connection ignorance is the cause of suffering that which is material must be crucified and die so that that which is spiritual may be resurrected and live tower of illumination spiritual lighthouse the light the fire is in some dark places we all need a guide for times we cant shine or define. catwomen and penguins spidey sense is tingling haters are like extensive tumors so i gotta keep a sense of humor qqsmell like smoke and fire it's burning in us all i'm turning verses into fire by applying pain with the boom ping ping is the ring from the fire ricochet like bullets burning your throat like or from chain smoke murder my allegations and burning my finger traces you burning alive thats only time you'll ever be as hot as me my truth punch you in the gut so hard i break your spine lines of the slipstream dive in the tide of the verminous right wing turbulence hiding the truth in the clues of a fresh fire burning fired first fire words hire hearse quiet burn ironed shirt dire serves fireworks riot learns from my southest gut to my northest thoughts starving artist make you feel it in your gut abandoning the world of sense because of the narrow limits it sets .. non sense he doesn't know about fine prints i suspend them in stasis then burn them with astral fire rumble thy bellyful spit fire spout rain i bring more heat that grits in third degree seams big flames stained panes
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WHAT TO DO WITH DRY ICE i came out the womb burning. see i was nervous i could feel it in my gut and my spleen. gut clench but fear still bubbled up to the heart. the fire in me doesnt know how to settle. instead I learned to cope and smell like smoke and fire it's burning in us all. i'm turning verses into fire by applying pain with lyrical shots of spiritual thoughts, to life its a price for my spiritual guidance ... feening for a deeper meaning and spiritual elevation. accompanied by armed insecurities as an adolescent, call them extra accessory.. allegedly, i'm no celebrity ha, murder my allegations and burning my finger traces with spiritual sparks and lyrical darts adapt the visual. you burning alive thats only time you'll ever be as hot as me. my truth punch you in the gut so hard your church choir sings even when seats are empty. lines of the slipstream dive in the tide of the verminous right wing turbulence hiding the truth in the clues of a fresh fire burning. hoping to burn away the venomous vapor thats spewing. burn nature like fire burns your paper i'm pure adrenaline uncut straight to your gut medicine, got everything from miracle whip to spiritual dick. i never burn you back i just vent. off the top of the tongue to burn ya ear drums. they told me never to burn a bridge but i still keep a lighter. haters are like extensive tumors so i gotta keep a sense of humor. fire words fired first in my ironed shirt such a quiet burn in dire need it serves fireworks and the riot learns that nobody reads the fine print, so let it burn, flint ignites but with spiritual lyrics the room stays freezing, though im born on fire Im cold enough to stop any global warming, dont confuse my abilities with something that cant multi task. fired first fire words hire hearse quiet burn ironed shirt dire serves fireworks riot learns from my southest gut to my northest thoughts catwomen and penguins spidey sense is tingling abandoning the world of sense because of the narrow limits it sets .. with the boom ping ping is the ring from the fire ricochet like bullets burning your throat like or from chain smoke cuz oil burn like money do
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