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Hollis Stephenson
Hollis Stephenson
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Welcome to the circus Monkeys in the zoo, they feeling ill check my dermis Let me know the feeling when my hand is on the furnace Cause we going deep a nigga swimming with the orcas Pain is on the plate before Louisiana purchase Landing on a rock until the hard place is a surface You need to take a stand behind your life what is your purpose Look into the corpus and you jerking Take a look around, what is your reality Questions over morals tell me your all of the profanity Look you in the eye while I practice on the alchemy Open to the vibes, check my alkaline batteries Moving units, energies and I'm whipping up my calories Let my words repeat like the Halls in my galleries This is just a 5k, moments of the mastery When I'm in the groove, ay, work like acrobatics see And I'm in a cool state, living in a fantasy I can change my world, got nobody on my salary Money's no analogy, analysis of damages It's ravaging, bodies by the day and that's just averaging They brand our bodies then they bill us for the packaging When I got the wizard hat, you know I'm in my balcony Standing on the waters, move my hand what is gravity I'm calling families We need strategies Thinking radically Calamities, Erratically It's Jurassic Jurassic Jurassic Jurassic They playing with the clock there's a shooter every second They gon keep us online and we staring at the weapon Blue light bud light take a breath in Vices like the channel and you looking at the dead end But a Road could never hold a candle, to the fireplace Rome is burning down I'm just waiting in the quiet space I tried to give a warning but you looking with the tired face Wrinkle out the money, under pressure an entire race You can't walk me off the cliff You can't see on a bridge You can't get me on your boat Go back over where, you float You don't have the reverence to register My caliber You wanna see the angels, lemme change my angles uh I got the beat open, I'm pulling on the catheter I ain't got that Chelsea money, but you calling me the handler I surveil and survived you not dealing with an amateur Pro track runner, grab a bag it's a massacre Jurassic
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