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Repetition Feat. Big Cheese

from Plan B by Finn Martin

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Pretty bird getting done the day’s dirty work
I’m pretty sure they don’t pay you what you’re really worth
A polished turd wiping smirks off these nerdy jerks
Fuck what ya heard I’ve come a long way from those early percs

check my reference I’m cleared with zero hesitance
and always pessimistic while I’m messing with these sentences
No stressing that’s the motherfucking way I write
Always skeptical thinking about a better way of life

when they come to your door in the middle of the night
Then you’ll know who you are when you choose fight or flight
Alright, that only happens in the movies
When they come for you, you won’t know it and that shit’s a bit spooky

Relax though, it’s all just a big joke
Running out of time writing all these thick notes
I gotta remind you the point of these lessons
Trying not to live like a stressed out peasant


Import the export and sort through the rest for
The chance that you’ll find one smarter than the rest
You’re blessed with being able to make a mess
Poorly motivated to sit and work behind a desk

Trying not to look super suspect
So fresh and clean like where’s the blood kept
Blunt force trauma on a shoestring budget
I’m wearing my karma like a clueless curmudgeon

So report to the nearest matrix
Then holler when you’ve hit homeostasis
They got us on a need to know basis
So hit the books down in the basement like how hard the bass hits

Its funny now I crave the repetition
Hold the button down till I reset the system
Broke another crown like the kingdoms gone missing
And the king snorting lines off the queens little sister

Listen to my words ima change the beat, got this rap mouth and running feet, if you wanna hear it then follow me. When I'm on the microphone I can't be beat. So take a seat but don't take leave because lately the money ain't leaving hands safely. Double on down for your safety. Meeting with red eyes like plane seats. Insane feats, seven wonders of the world call me eighth, please. Stare blankly. Trying to live this life being pain free. Painted queues to find inside they hide the rest to dine to live confide arrest and fine with chest short of breath sets of time arrived beside the mites in hides of flesh they mix and mesh the sober bet drugs on the set I've over stepped won't take a breath, I’m over it this equals death.

No prequels left living in a world with meters spent
Spinnin on these wheels this libra’s left
Leaving these meals needin breath

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from Plan B, released December 13, 2019

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