Japanda the Inhaler - My Circle
🐼♦️ɉ₳ᖰ₳⩎ᖱ₳♦️🐼ᵗʰᵉ ⁱⁿʰᵃˡᵉʳHi @swift. Ask and you shall receive! #TheLionsDynEnt2021 #TheLionsDynEnt #TheLionsDyn #MyCircleJTI #MyCircle #HieroglyphicsRemixed #HieroForSwift #AskAndYouShallReceive Lyrics Japanda had an aneurysm and then had a vision. Turned animal with a cannibal mannerism. Endured a vicious physical attack in pitch black still he left em fuckin handled now he's he's back with the living. I been spittin the flow. Kicking the doors. Ripping em open. Lifting the trophy. Incredible Hulk. I'm massive. Lifting it over over not missing the chance of getting it past. Not missing the boat. Hitting the path, is my particular passion. Cashed my medicinal stash in my indigenous mask stuffed into a picnic basket you didn't expect all of my unpredictable tactics. Pack so much rhythm in the raps I spit they should be censored like Activision attacked activism. Capitalist and pacifist on track to visit but neither one is even that attractive is it. Burning my lungs. Every time that the Earth spun. Rhyming like we unearthed Pun. I'm only urging you once gonna be totally curbing you punks, if you don't get further away from my circle at once. Them some little munchkins. I'm Tim Duncan. I been a big bumpkin since six months when it was a circus of fun. Grubbin on some Bubba gump shrimp from dim sum dumpling crumbs. But for nothing I am hurting one, referring to panda in the third-person. I am the first person to come, and purchase a service weapon from a merchant and going berserk. Then it was certainly curtains for bums. These dissers defeated dis easily. Having dis-ease, dizzy, so sit in da seats. This season I'm giving conditional discounts on deadly diseases so now you're limp and deceased. Pack so much Rhythm in the raps I spit they should be censored like Activision attacked activism. Capitalist and pacifist on track to visit but neither one is even that attractive is it. Burning my lungs. Every time that the Earth spun. Rhyming like we unearthed Pun. I'm only urging you once gonna be totally curbing you punks, if you don't get further away from my circle at once. I heard the Rap game was becoming totally broken. So I decided to try sticking my toes in it. Pun spoke to me in a dream and told me how to be dope, so now does that mean that my shit's been ghost written? When I'm kicking the flow yo, it dripped to my toes. The minute that it became a liquid it froze. I told mission control to tell my significant o, I'm getting my prescription of Ritalin and ripping it open. Cuz I get exaggeratedly aggravated and animated whenever that I get agitated. My hands are shaking. And to be totally transparent I'm apparently in a trace cuz my ass is naked. And taking acid. Feeling like an ancient dragon. What can I say I've always been fascinated with matches. Taking a bath in a vat of obsidian black paint. Encapsulated in a gas chamber. Now I'm barging in carving a path through a garden of chrysanthemums bought from a bargain market pamphlet. Carcinogens harbored your already marginal chances of going any farther now it's hard to advance. And now it seems that all came to feast. They all came to take a piece, but cannot explain the thesis. I'm like doc strange my thoughts not tame in the least. I put hot flames to octane then peaced. Pack so much Rhythm in the raps I spit they should be censored like Activision attacked activism. Capitalist and pacifist on track to visit but neither one is even that attractive is it. Burning my lungs. Every time that the Earth spun. Rhyming like we unearthed Pun. I'm only urging you once gonna be totally curbing you punks, if you don't get further away from my circle at once.
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