Mycidertown

Mycidertown

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Just the new tape perfection

switching the election

all about the rhythm inside of the God's selection

a new tape ribbon

so check the incision

we turn it up to 10 hope them people listen again

the echo and the reverb the voice and the curve

feeling like Langston Hughes with a dream deferred

it's all about hitting like we Barry bonds

everybody's talking but we still got to travel on

a wicked plot inside of Babylon

still wanna travel on until my ill sound carries on

amongst the clouds amongst the seas

the landscape the birds and the bees

amongst it all until the rain starts to fall

and hits into ocean becomes recycled y'all

amongst the dirt the fumes and the worms

the situation why people they get they body burned

underneath the hate and the love at the same time

I'm all about the rhythm trying to figure out designs

I love it like these flowers and I love it like these roots

I still want to move to the city though they pollute

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Its soundscapes i hope my people relate

Its soundscapes i hope my people relate

Its soundscapes i hope my people relate

to the joy and the pain and the hurt and the pay

I hope my people relate

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I ain't the illest still trying to figure out what really is

I spent Saturdays listening to what's up with Willis

family ties

a whole bunch of things inside of my design

still keep it sharper

darker than a marker

darker than the belly of Davey Jones locker

darker than triple state darkness at that

I still travel back like a pimp with his wave cap

I love my people inside of a summer stack

I'm all about the DJ and some fat ass wax

all about perfection underneath God's selection

I don't really care about the P’s except perfection

and proper preparation prevents poor performance

and my people move in through the city taken over continents

it's common sense that be making people dense

Thats the reason why we hopping clean over suckers fence

**** Ben Frank I'm on my own shit

inside my shark tank

swimming with some gills and i hope I got my own take

thicker than the armor of a sherwin tank

I'm all about the rhythm pulling suckers off the ranks

cause I got my own shank sharpened inside of my harness

and darker type of views but I know i’m not a martian just marvin

starving like that burr ass rabbit

they want to move inside this weather but my flow be a magnet

just connecting that positive to the negative

I'd rather kill it one time than ever let the bullshit live

stab it and put the body in a station wagon

draggin niggas across town inside of my own sound

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