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Storm breath

Rushy... Rushy... Rush! Yuh yuh yuh Im cuttin grass, no lawnmower — jus mowin frauds with the verbal scythe Respect expired, love without it? Thats a contract with the worms Would rather hate me in HD than love me in blurry 3G New snakeskin boots, Im walkin on the venom — call that vendetta Love without respect? Nah, thats jus check in reverse—kcehc, stuck in recess with dumb flex I’d rather be hated than hollowed, less weight than a feather, I flesh out the weather— Storm breath, death in the text, Im wetter Grass new-mown, soul grown, sew my cloth with the soul shown— But dont touch the fence—pen-test? Thats a Taser, call me Doc, I resurrect, They pressed me? Depressed, me, best yet—contest? Wrecks set… I been drip-drip-drippin like a kitchen sink leak, but Im rhymin like I speak in geek Code red, flow thread, every bar is a node—Im deep in the meek Who’s right or wrong? Thats a cropped pic—cop’s trick—squad in a block-list I kno they cant take the pain, I came thru it, I reigned thru it—same dude with the name But changed truth—stain bruise, I drank juice from the flame Im still floatin, like Atlantis in motion, boatless, but floatless? Nope, Im bloatin the ocean! Response? I disrespect—I dont process that stress Im 3rd quarter, heat check, 3-point the fist, wet tech That shot got drip-drip-drip, lick, trick—girl got a list Top 5, I’m #1, but she wont list—why? Cus she never get lipped back, she get the tip—flip back, sip, trip Lick at? Trick question, I kick piston, She got tongue, Im the thunder, she jus clappin fo sinner— But I sin, win, spin, in, begin, gin, blunt, twist, thin, Mind game, grind flame, line aim—I dont miss, I align! They wanted mine, mind, grind, spine, 9, rhyme, fine, sign, divine— Cap-tappin, trap-slappin, whip flipped, drac’ Beef on? We spat, now its grillin, pan-slick, drip-drip-drippin Like spatula flip, Im flippin the script, bip-bap, the clips got hype Real G,  G-six, G-lock, G-litch when I glide Square in my circle? Must’ve shifted like cell division, no cell phone, but still, I spit volt-age—high tension! Cookin? Im plankton, photon, proton, brain gone Formula? Secret, sea secret, Cthulhu eat it Goofy greedy? Squidward with a quarter, crab-in fo the crab cake Shellfish—literally, he steal fish, steal wish, he’s stole, he’s missed— Gettin thru it is tough, but tuff is what u do when you’re rough Like tooth, Im cut, Im shut, Im flood, Im flew By myself, stranded, band-less—hand me 1? I dapped Next thing I kno, Im slapped, crab, snap, trap, map to the backstab Now Im handless, heartless, startless, but, artless? Nah—Im artist, heart is They tryna convince me I need goofys, I’d rather feed woof-woof to shark jaws—needy, sleepy, weedy, creep, tho I only believe in me, free But Im Rushy, blow-by, nose-high, cold,  role, soul die— Sick of seein the wave? u sea-sick, C-section, D-bag, E-ticket Lifes a movie, u jus extra, me? main character, trailer, must-see They might have to bleep this—beep, me, G clips gon be must-see u actin, Im acid, dactyl, actual, magic, no cap Im cold, whole— Dont compare me to no hot dude, I cant get tangled with no knot dudes Im a cruise— Like Tom, I cruise, no rage, just age,  wage war—but I wont Cus Im already won, done, sun, gun, run, numb, thumb—up, dumb luck? No, dumb is u She want computer love? Type C, USB, me too, pusssy— Touch keys, hot seat, boot me, root me, delete me, reboot me? Told her, “Make it disappear,” now she all over, girl, all year Soon I touch that pusssy, she say, “I wanna be good”— “Heh-heh— whaaa? u meant God? Then get on ur knees n prayed in the mud.” Rushy... Rushy... Rush!