It’s a… CD original Calamari Dreams d-d-d-drop it! Ayo chink, what’s the verdict? They nervous, I’m barely rehearsin Been a problem since birth, they just finally learnin the wording Used to pull at they eyelids, now they watchin my every move, Had to sharpen my perspective, got a panoramic view. Look, I ain’t yo anime waifu, yo fantasy freak (ew) Got a blade for a tongue, put a Hashira to sleep. Got these suckas in a stupor, stupid stuck on assumptions, Wana taste of my culture but allergic to my substance. Hold up, who gave these fools a degree in my identity? Got a fetish for my features, but a problem wit my ethnicity. That’s selective appreciation, bitch, ya logic got deficiencies, Want Asian persuasion minus all the Asian tendencies. Ay chink, tell em quit playing with the lineage, I been breakin generational curses while they practicin ignorance. Got a family tree wit roots that survived the unthinkable, Now I’m branchin into bidness that ain’t none of theirs anyway Blood Demon Art, watch the technique manifest, They tried to make a demon outta things I represent. Now I’m turnin every curse into a weapon of defense, Got the art of resurrection running circles through my veins. Blood Demon Art, let the bloodline demonstrate, They been breathing down my neck, I mastered breathing through the hate. Tried to cut me from my roots, couldn’t sever what was made, Now the demons that they raised gotta watch me wield the blade. Hello Kitty witta blicky and a deep intuition, Got em trippin on the diction, contradicting they convictions, Bitch, I’m sick with the syntax, call it verbal exorcism, Got ‘em twitchin like a victim of a lyrical possession. Ki-ki-ki-killing me softly… Ki-ki-ki-killing me softly… Wait… not that song It ain’t the time nor the place Run it back CD! Switch my breathing, switch the pace, Upper Moon ego, lower case face. Talkin like Muzan, get erased, Sunrise on the beat, now watch em dissipate.
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