"Lionheart trap'd in Oz'"
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•13 Feb 2021
Next/ 35 Song By: Gypsy/ "Lion Heart Trapped in Oz" written by: gyp part 2 My liver is damaged goods all saturated in drugs and smoke... I kid not/ my liver left me/ no fuck'n joke... Resonated in non liquid coke... Not with a smile/ but with a death choke... Murderously my liver murders my spleen with crystals a dope... Leave'n the rest a me without/ with lack/ and inadequately lacking hope... I'm that Don of addicts run'n yards abroad/ I'm dope pope... I'm the midnight train that dealers hate to loathe/ while loving me broke... They hate me A.M. knocking windows... But they love my c-note/ dough... And the way I play with dough... Taking druggies to skool/ instead of do and tell/, I just fuck'n show... Up in play skool and I play with play dough too... Forming cyphers out of just a thought or two... By play pressing dough to my skull and mold it into cypher proof... 100% unique/I'm truth/... Done cast abroad by you/ I'm broadly Broadcasting through broadband/ wirelessly and tirelessly/ never tiring of wiring you news... Gypsy writes a cypher that bust ya "one train" of thought into... But writing the here and now and all I been through/- "That's Dope Dude"... Story tell'n is writing at its best when my smart pen lets loose this ink in truth... With a genius sense a humor senselessly humoring you... With higher learning and I.Q./ my smart pen has intel printed in it too... With my versatile style a notes I do,/ Gypsy can naturally jerk a tear or two... Done jerked a natural few for proof.. In handwritten song & psalm the traveler moans with his pen in blues... Like Clarence Carter and Minnie Mooch... Scared to choose, it wasn't my decision on what I would ever do... God's gift confusingly gifted a confused tool... Non- fiction drama and spiritual warfare/ in mentally deformed mental moods Some vittles of fucked up proportions/ scratch and dent/ can food... Transformed into Manna/ rap god sent this through.,, Exasperation of facial precipitation/ more tired tears dry like "the Red Sea" parted into two.. Just like me,/ I straddle fences of a many color group... Chase'n Jesus/ and run'n from the Dude... Doing devil's Ed/ a. special class of workshops idle hands/ I work awaiting evil deeds to do... Amidst dangers unleveled edge/ I flirt and I coop... A repeated offender of a loose cannon/ I'm hair triggers weapon/ I am the shoot... There's demented soul healing within me/ a far fetch stretch from soul winning in two's... Gypsy relentless in repent and Ed is next of sin... Sounds worse than kissing cousins That keep on kiss'n... Completely without the clue/ half a me is cluelessly complete,/ a fool a phish'n... The other half a me's a phished up fool/ caught up in purgatories pulpit/ I'm sentencing sin/ and following it too... The both of me is swallowed in partialness from partially swallowing... Can't be whole hearted in half/hearted wallowing/ no snorkeling, for in pity's flood the shallow's deep... I once drowned in defeat, repeatedly fall'n in speech/ without floaties I sink/ no courage outwardly.., So brittle in efforts ability/ lack luster attempt is me/ I'm calloused mentality & challenged physically... Im caterpillar's cocoon/ butterfly is with in me/ beauty is my strength, hungrily devouring... Every dark shade of doubt within me. now empowering's my speech, and cowardls fear'n my speech...
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Next/ 35 Song By: Gypsy/ "Lion Heart Trapped in Oz" written by: gyp part 2 My liver is damaged goods all saturated in drugs and smoke... I kid not/ my liver left me/ no fuck'n joke... Resonated in non liquid coke... Not with a smile/ but with a death choke... Murderously my liver murders my spleen with crystals a dope... Leave'n the rest a me without/ with lack/ and inadequately lacking hope... I'm that Don of addicts run'n yards abroad/ I'm dope pope... I'm the midnight train that dealers hate to loathe/ while loving me broke... They hate me A.M. knocking windows... But they love my c-note/ dough... And the way I play with dough... Taking druggies to skool/ instead of do and tell/, I just fuck'n show... Up in play skool and I play with play dough too... Forming cyphers out of just a thought or two... By play pressing dough to my skull and mold it into cypher proof... 100% unique/I'm truth/... Done cast abroad by you/ I'm broadly Broadcasting through broadband/ wirelessly and tirelessly/ never tiring of wiring you news... Gypsy writes a cypher that bust ya "one train" of thought into... But writing the here and now and all I been through/- "That's Dope Dude"... Story tell'n is writing at its best when my smart pen lets loose this ink in truth... With a genius sense a humor senselessly humoring you... With higher learning and I.Q./ my smart pen has intel printed in it too... With my versatile style a notes I do,/ Gypsy can naturally jerk a tear or two... Done jerked a natural few for proof.. In handwritten song & psalm the traveler moans with his pen in blues... Like Clarence Carter and Minnie Mooch... Scared to choose, it wasn't my decision on what I would ever do... God's gift confusingly gifted a confused tool... Non- fiction drama and spiritual warfare/ in mentally deformed mental moods Some vittles of fucked up proportions/ scratch and dent/ can food... Transformed into Manna/ rap god sent this through.,, Exasperation of facial precipitation/ more tired tears dry like "the Red Sea" parted into two.. Just like me,/ I straddle fences of a many color group... Chase'n Jesus/ and run'n from the Dude... Doing devil's Ed/ a. special class of workshops idle hands/ I work awaiting evil deeds to do... Amidst dangers unleveled edge/ I flirt and I coop... A repeated offender of a loose cannon/ I'm hair triggers weapon/ I am the shoot... There's demented soul healing within me/ a far fetch stretch from soul winning in two's... Gypsy relentless in repent and Ed is next of sin... Sounds worse than kissing cousins That keep on kiss'n... Completely without the clue/ half a me is cluelessly complete,/ a fool a phish'n... The other half a me's a phished up fool/ caught up in purgatories pulpit/ I'm sentencing sin/ and following it too... The both of me is swallowed in partialness from partially swallowing... Can't be whole hearted in half/hearted wallowing/ no snorkeling, for in pity's flood the shallow's deep... I once drowned in defeat, repeatedly fall'n in speech/ without floaties I sink/ no courage outwardly.., So brittle in efforts ability/ lack luster attempt is me/ I'm calloused mentality & challenged physically... Im caterpillar's cocoon/ butterfly is with in me/ beauty is my strength, hungrily devouring... Every dark shade of doubt within me. now empowering's my speech, and cowardls fear'n my speech...
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