Pyramid

Metabolize on the scattered snare

With the banana pies that he don't like

Like mosquito bites on the shins or ankles

In the end it bends

Let's begin and pretend it's tranquil

Upset stomach on the boat to Lucerne to see the lion

Carved in the wall by the paw, nigga

To commemorate the soldier dying over old divines

Ergo some empire, not to inch but the entire

More pills mean more spills bout the whore house with the extra door

To let the divorced out with force

And of the course routes, of course

Cleopatra speaking patois with a mouth full of that jerk chicken

With human heads for the curse lifting

Onion bread with the shine to it

It's up and fair to the fine stupid

But she ain't dumb, at least she know that he ain't fun

And neither's Europe, even to the Middle Eastern tourist

With all the spend by the drum [?]

How many millionaires can the slums hold?

Potentially all of us, this whole plane and all the bus

As juggernauts bust through a wall of trust

You strain to see through the fog of dust

Like spaghetti for the meatballs

Of [?] immaculates

Head over heels like the back is flip

Japanese [?]

Love labours, get her backstage like the judge chambers

Everyone under the sun loves hugs from a young stranger

Or do us, or fool us

On boats in the Bay of Pigs

Runaways way with the wayward kids

And the underpaid slaves from Jamaican gigs

Don't shoe us, cause we ain't Bush

We ain't huffs don't boo us cause we ain't cooked

But who else could the foo-foo up

In this book I mean, dumplings with dark continents

Dumb things even bar common sense

Sometimes, sometimes, sometimes a terpene intertwines with the turban

Rhymes with turbans and removes the minds of serpents

Detergents, deterrents and permits, to build a hut

Twerk team, Operation Build-a-Butt

Great like [?] the sleeve

As a king breathes through a silver sieve

Jack and Jill ain't up that hill enough

Filtering lean through a gold grill

Theorize things from [?] hills

The came became what that po' kills

[?] drills in that hotel, that'll all spill

Looking at space from a submarine

Putting that bass in the club machine

Pushing that cake till that mushin ass face and no love between

Fancy ass man wearing glove and rings

Flying round town in a tub of wings

Found out how to make love to fiends

She mixing that [?] with the drug of dreams

She too teenaged to have a drug of choice

But she fuck with that Royce like she love Detroit

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