Final Form (Relax Beat Lounge)

The chickadees say Maxo has some of the enemies say that's Black Miranda. The former says, I'll receive your passion. The latter says, Patches up every. I wish them well, like foot and top. Let's come together like Rush and Ha. I use the mic as a culture mark to adjust the views of a wood thought. Can we all be part of the end? At the very least, we can be acquaintances over time. According to a myth, it's a woman. Human nature is not away from our childish tendencies. Come out to play with us. Where's the humanity? Seeing the kinship in your humanoid family decreasing the increments of cats and calamity. We could all do it, it could be one. We should be one. What you think you become? If I left you in the dark, you won't be blind. If you sat there in silence, that would be dumb. I'm walking down the street and I see a kid. He seems aggravated with seating him. He said he's a claustrophobe whose environment is squeezing in. He's been a hit and lick to eat again. Don't do that. Black Miranda's dog. Stop a casting ass woven's to hand them out. And you don't wanna be on that free food list, infinite beef? Don't be foolish. She said that's fiction.

I fabricate. I said I'm black Miranda. In your face, kid. Don't mistake me for an urban legend. My solar crisis turns herbs to Rasmussen. Learn my lesson about turnoplasm. Come against my brethren more hurt and personal. Absent minded on the physical surface, my sphere is urgent. I'm ironic, isn't it? Local instruments that don't have to get you away from the river sticks. And the triple sticks? I must lose the key candle tricks. Or wouldn't I keep my blacks and whites up in TRC flat candlesticks? I've got an instance like a Catholic.

But I'm not, I'm a Christian now. I said I'm praying if I get harassed or right when putting your ass or so where I start stumbled through the troubles you may see. WJD, I would create the domain name WWW. The resurrector appointed me for the earth inspector. Can join me to the perfect person to provide the sound and the word ages ancient. I know at times you may get discouraged, but black Miranda will blitz your birth on a solid promise. At the table, like rose and columns. One day they'll say he arose with knowledge. But like the bee takes the roses pollen. It's likely my absence, it poses a problem. Doesn't take an Einstein to know that your flesh is finite. When you look back in hindsight, see the same answers I find. When I reflect on my life, so what's the difference between us all? If this one at all, I guarantee that shit's pretty fucking small. There's always a deeper rooted problem that wasn't solved. I bet you have a few of your own. Gonna need something aesthetically grown, the loudest of loud, a definite tone. Cause Black Miranda is high rate. The final stage of this mind state. We walk this plane with a sign fate. This beat was made for time and space. What happens when you take a miniverse and a universe and a multiverse and you stack them into one? I don't know either, cause I'm human like you are. But Black Miranda said he's black and out.

Cut cloth and trace a pattern in lace, cotton, or silk. Stitch, weave, and trim melody and rhythm and create a garment of lyrical lining. I am a tailor, a seamstress, if you will, sewing together musical material. The tape measures the tempo, whether staccato or legato, instrumentals or a cappella. Pure vocals ribboned with major and minor keys and elasticated harmonies. The dynamics of a duet or a quartet feel smooth like freshly pressed fabric we get. And there's a recurring thread, a chorus with varied intonation. I am equipped with thimble, needle, and thread as I hand stitched the details of every modulation, every chord perfectly crafted for the duration of each track. At bespoke, I soul cut and fasten this stuff. I can't leave as it's never enough. And sometimes it happens off the cuff, other times it's a patient progression of tone from phrase to phrase. Sometimes I create for hours, even days, then I listen as it plays. You have no idea of the ways in which I design this musical maze.

I keep the devil in his place, use him when I need him. If I gave him all his freedom, ears to the streets, eyes to the sky. The whole world lying when it's sides for a night. Everybody dies for the black forms crash. Everybody lies for the politicians, speech. Money in my pocket, give a damn about me. I can pay any expense. What it is to be free in America, everything. West Fey.

West Faith.

Trillions living in America, everything. No indictment, I do the chair with America, America. Like America, what a catch of fiction man. I'm a target, but I'll never be a victim. Like American. What a catch of fiction is I'm a target. But I'll never be a victim. He can overcome me if I gave him all the freedom. The whole world now when it's not going. Everybody got to die. Survival to first like this.

President President Arthur Williams, Chicago Sun Carol. You just okay a $250 million increase in our space program. What I'd like to know is the main reason you need this so we can finally recruit black people for the space program.

After the determined black people went to space, black people have been going to space for you with the projects that we have in mind. We're going to send explore ships to other galaxies.

Walk into the room, my drip says divine. I walk on time. You see the universe in my eyes, prosperity on my mind. It's just me and a few beings from another way, and they don't have a clue. Quick to get a noose, that's mortal tensions. I put this into a pen and made up divine interventions. Hold up, let me glisten. Smokin' on angles in the city of angels. But to you, I don't get no stranger. I don't fuck with demigods and mortals. Now I can't be formal, shit's not normal. Fall for regularly, you lookin' to pray. But I'm a predator. You wonder how serious the senate is. You talking to a senator. I wanna pray for you, but I don't fuck with the ministry. So I bless you myself. No divine love. This is a blessing for the gift.

Welcome to Rap Puzzles. This is Rap Puzzles. Rap Puzzles Liz Clayborne in the air.

A nigga feels like he's been here since commencement. And death's kiss is just one of life's intermissions. I smoke as my soul. Strolls infinitum. Yoda makes a splash, carry on like pig. But a nigga like me bring the funk like gym clothes. Ride around the beach, splittin' blush like wishbones. Smoking on the white algorithm. In the cold buick, make you wanna dip down low with the soul music. Get off your ass, cut a rug, a chunk of a dub. Either one, just have fun and do what it does. So all these new school cats gotta rap harsh. Then we just tryna boogie in our backyards. No one can relate to your chains on your fast cars. Can't take the death rate like how you bastards. Tupac told me to smile through madness. Leonidas tell me get loud through madness. Eltron told me to style through madness. So this is what I do. People ask, what are you? Something old, something new. Know that I've never borrowed deeper than the ocean blue. Picked up the mic, cast a line like a fish around a blaze. For days I give praise to the living God. Maybe that's why these levels can't touch me. Not playing charades, motioning phrases towards the unseen. Feeling like Clark Kent, soaking up the sunbeams. I reach my top strength, host a red like gun sleeves. Stop the crawling conflict, gossiping tricks, just reporting out nonsense. Guys colliding, fish fly like a mosh pit. More than a million waste of diorum. They cautious breast talk shit. Then the worst like a sausage. I augment every verse. That's a long list. The niggas feels like it's been here since the interim, spitting flim. Collecting all the hidden gems. Feels like I'll be here in the after. Pop up at my funeral, high five the pastor. Maybe swerving through these hurdles and obstacles. KG with his first ring. Anything is possible, and everything is doable. Any force is stoppable, all objects movable. Don't tell me about a physical anomaly. Mind your own business. Move at your own velocity, calculate distance. Determine if you need to accelerate. Going through hell right now, but you'll be hella straight. Got my protection amulet. Edible stress relief, I ingested cannabis. Redirect the assonance, sending out direct hits like battleships, getting recognized game. To all of the players, I'm glad that you came. To all of the haters, I'm sad you won't change. Just sit there in silence and rattle your brains. Reviews all the help to loosen your chains. If vanity slays, too fucking pain. Programmed like universal remotes. Go on rope, purchasing the first or a coat. What's a motherfucking J's, you won't wear a hoopin'. Excuse my language, but nigga, you stupid. Until you're laid in a coffin, I guarantee shit won't change that often. So you know, keep that shit real, y'all. Give people hugs and high fives. Smoke weed, rap puzzles.

Rap puzzles, rap puzzles, rap puzzles, rap puzzles.

Sometimes you gotta stop and then do everything. Sometimes you gotta stop and then do I really need to be something more than this before. It's a feeling I can know. It's time to let it go. Sometimes you gotta stop and think Do I really need sometimes you gotta stop and think Do I really need this? But the thing is to something you gotta stop and then do I've been knee and then you gotta stop and then do every knee.

The word is be created, universe and verse life.

The word is be creators universe.

Walking with my shadow old man got in my daughter. Make your friends and white and sleeping on both. Soon enough with all these dreams, you go leave your body. Watch your fortune float away, drowning in the body.

Low-key the keys low, sucker for Ethiopia, she knows Batchy spiritual creole, right in my papa P.O. Like yo, we clean up. Leave for me. Cops out for my pops, next, lifey Nancy's. Still shiny gold bees. We know he's selling that shiny debt. V low for the N and O. Ain't the end when it's beginning slow. Shit get biblical, that's where the pace off. Niggas need paper though. Stackin' slow. Tryna buy gold though. Yeah. Even though the soul's gold, though. You know my soul gold.

Yeah.

She listening to my new shit. She says I need to rap more. I'm looking at a food stance, like girl, you need a passport. Get me stuck on the same shit. Nigga, stuck on the same shit. She listening to my new shit. She say I need to rap more. I'm looking at a food stance, like girl, you need a pass more. Get me stuck on the same shit. This same same shit. Pay this paint shit. Same niggas running round, fucking the same bitch. That gay man, I keep fucking with. A house in the sea, the whole dean, nigga. Castro, everything about me cream, don't fuck with dairy. White man hustling, mashing that white together, that Ben and Jerry's. That future scary. See in the pages, told that my dibrandy. See me, hear me, hear me, feel me.

Check holding the flag high, only the red. I love my president, only the dead. Whichever way you take it, take this from a street, nigga like me, nigga. See Satan. Every day, nigga say, Hey, nigga, so basic. Plus these fucking teachers always tell you that you ain't shit. And these fucking coppers out here acting racist. Cause your fucking bosses taking from your payment. Same shit, it's just a different day. Mama mama, please don't make me pull my slip away. They pay your brother 615 an hour, not a sour. Cause the brother took 50 out the counter. Julian, half patience, half human. They told me to have faith and have rules. I broke each and every one of them. The rules claim. Never no true man, never no true man. Never no true man. Never no true man. Never no true man. Never no true man.

Never no true man. So Report, so es lieber ohne ausreist. Wer hat gesagt, dass dein Zähne was rausreißt? Ich hätte die Faust für den Fund, die der mir ausreicht. Ist eben, wenn die Frau ausbleicht, reich und schön, das neue Broker, die Welt steht still. Es gibt keinen Grund, euch was Neues zu erzählen, aber solange du lebst, ist nichts zu spät, Brot Zwischen einem und zehn Bots, nur ein Gegensatz, dass keiner weiß, wie du die Likes magst und warum willst du noch dabei sein? Von wegen dieses Win-Win steht eins, eins Eins Light, kein geteiltes Leid, alle Teile of the Likes Obwohl weißt du, dass die Zeit noch reicht Für ein Bye bye, bye bye bye brother, anders.

This is just another solitary night where I sit down and I write. When I think about my life, see, I want more from it. Than just a snapback and some Jordan kicks. All your talking shit annoying me. It makes me on an itch. Accordingly, I had to come and make the song for this. Cause Martin taught me this. Not everything that's watched brings bliss. So I don't bother having arguments but broads and whips. I'm all the rich, I make a lawyer out of all the kids. I speak on shit, I've seen up on the local loss today. Brothers killin' on each other over some damn cruiser games. To most of us, it's not a crucial thing, a crucial scene. Two dudes with a two-two, boom, boom, make you lose a friend. They state your happens, but don't worry and be happy. But we sadly only get one shot, you're happy. So you go on and talk on racks on racks on racks. While I talk about the violence from blacks on blacks on tracks, y'all, uh, it's just a solitary night where I think about my life. It's just a solitary night where I sit down and I write. Y'all, it's just a solitary night where I think about my life. It's just a solitary night. I'm laying wide awake when I'm really supposed to sleep. Gotta get up early in the morning, thoughts are holding me. Bad from that, so I get up and write some poetry that blows you off. You couldn't go for me, sold as beef. And why these cats are still debating? On how they just spent half of the payment on kicks that came out the latest. I strive for revelation. Trive to rest the state and apply to be the greatest by rhyming on different stages. I meditate on all the things that really bother me. The state of hip-hop, what it is and what it ought to be. The state biography is boring me. Lyrically kill them, and I'll tell you why. Sound just like an autopsy. Cause all you see are more relief. Fucked up dudes to me is harmy, honestly. I do believe that there is more to see than just your all-release repalacy on calls to weed. What? Y'all, it's just a solitary night where I think about my life. It's just a solitary night where I sit down and I write. It's just a solitary night where I think about my life. It's just a solitary night, y'all, y'all, uh. I finally find a little time for myself. But I'ma share this moment with you, cause I'm trying to help. Uh we celebrate because the resident's a black man, but that doesn't distract from the facts. We still from Afghans. Well we don't even have a damn thing to do with all your bad plans. I'm shedding blood in my dad's name. What about poverty? See, it's not poverty. We fallin' deep, that rolling beats at Wall Street, the rollin' beat. Half of them coming beast, the others are police. It doesn't even make no fucking sense at all to me. What about the mother that I saw pushing a bucket through the muddy? A puddle of my city with no hubby just this morning, still yawning. Cause the night job's the only thing that keeps a baby warm in. Clothing some food to eat. I know that you have seen her in your city. It's a pity, it's the rule and D. I get the blues and see, that's simply new with me. Could change the situation to what it used to be. I get the blues and see, that's simply new with me. Could change the situation to what it used to be. My state of mind makes me wait and take some time to use my consciousness, common sense. When I step and say rhymes in, yeah, I'm stressed when I really could less. But these questions and impressions simply won't let me rest. It's just a solitary night. Yo, my pen in my pen. It's just a solitary night, yo. All the load in my song. It's just a solitary night, yo.

You don't define jazz. Chess is just like uh an attitude. I play, I play a style. If it's the blues, I play the blues. If it's a bell, I play the belly. If it's funky, I play that. If it's fast, I'll play that. Not one star. You know, people say you sold out and shit like that. I don't know what they're talking about, and I don't care to to to try to think like that, you know what I mean? Musicians say when they lazy don't wanna learn different things about music.

Baby don't you burn it, yeah, baby don't you don't see Baby don't you don't chill gone Baby don't you want?

You want me to go and show them I already know where this is. You I already know where I'm gone. I already know when I'm gone.

I should say the whole group used to get B when da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da. Crazy level of emotional maturity, right? Because when the kids challenge them, when they try to tell them something that they'll get frustrated, they don't know how to communicate. What's eloquent enough? To express their lessons and so on and so forth, then they have the patience, you know, so they result in violence.

And you're immature if you can't call this AMA that cats are emotional.