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The Virus

from Virus Diaries by Finn Martin

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It feels like i’m hip hop anonymous
When i’m talking this awesomeness Feeling so good it’s ominous
Out here trying to holler about a tolerance
Got my weed sack looking so fucking marvelous

Life tends to get hard as dick sometimes
I’m conquering like a harbinger of fun times
Like a quantum particle i spin up to spin down
Get up with the get down then I split town

On to the next one kick it with my sound
Gotta take a risk if you wanna live now
Still got homies that will never get it figured out
Too late choking on the poison trying to keep it down

I try to fly but keep the ground underneath
and bide my time long enough to catch a little sleep
Riding high gotta keep the mind happy and
Focus on everything that lives on after me


This rap shit is like the pitter patter I’m getting mad
like the mad hatter spitting patterns with a little bag
If it’s bitter it’s a spitter family matters hitting snags
Calamity mat on the way to bridge the gap

All these little liar liars i'm trying to spit the facts
Ripping every single casket open trying to feed the cats
Watch the weak collapse walking through the weekend
Looking burned out from all this free thinking

Deceitful how they gonna treat the workers
Building riches off the backs of the deserters
We don’t nurture we murder that’s not so unheard of
Heads down in the back of the herd

Y'all make me wish i had a balloon
I could inflate and head straight for the moon
Spit take back of the line get behind us
Tap in stylus remind us 8 o'clock with the virus

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from Virus Diaries, released June 8, 2020

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