Fresh (09:24)

fiickle sick little cells we are addicted to skin peals new nails and happy meals i resllt think were skrills so i use this beat to sharpen my skill until u get a free oatmeal face edible steam thatll make your skin like milk whiter than a bandage thats been wet and sittin still over a wound for many moons us earth nurses are had a purpose till the greed of money kept commin the system got to pumpin and now we fuck ourselves like many cum dumpins for 50 cent politicians dicks keep comming meaning the fuckin tounge licks lies like nothin buckin decency out the way along with health care cant break a bone better creep and keep comming fear stears racial bias embedded in society for years how the fuck we gone get our skin clear from blemishes fuck niggas getting the finest bitches 1% eatin the finest dishes again and again before the workin man can finish i see the ending in the beginning circle of life smushed agenst sinnin our we just cattle to be tended i leave that line open ended known to use other rappers like kindlin im da young god rex wit no children the whole world is is my bun in the oven the heat is commin the more you leave the faucet runnin trash like cancer all over speeading like a rash or something trafficing people legalized cleaning people lower wages worse benisfits elderly people treated like nothin next to insure pictures of unsure muslems christian jews disagreeing over crosses loke meetinf to control their underlings sick of cuddleing just wanna het fucked up over the wjole thing the rhyme and the recipe steps narrowing streadily at thirteen get a gun at the ready still waters attract the sea weed i need to smoke legally to escape the satellites cloak and beams that compel me to buy gucci and eat icecream and but overpreiced things shining brightly most rappers dawn nice things to inflate they overinflated self of steam creatures of self importance most likely and then we are influenced by shit they say slightly black lives matter is a pipe dream tell spike lee gimmie a 17 instead of a 1619 pointing the finger at life human beings strickin um like lightening good tithings mean sale your soul to the Shining gleaming thing