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CASEY GRIGG lyrics : "Smoldering"

Talking through the wall are you hearing me?
I'd yell through the window but it ain't even nearly clean.


Yo, I got bars, made of metal prepped to forge a sword,
kids'l call this horror core they'l still come back for more and more.
Split to stores for my single, !@^%, of course it's yours

free of charge, cuz priceless are the lines I spit, adored for sure.
An un - unbiased shy kid, as I is, I said it,
leaves your head on a bed, icing it. Words to knock you out, you'l find your lisp,

twice as thick. Slashing blades'l slice your wrist, (*##$, you can't write with this.
Hashing up the room then he bolts you in,
locks you and your writers block then clocks you where your shoulder is.

Time's running out, talks you into holding it,
fuse about to blow, you explode, "bro d'you croak a bit."
Giving rise to a new slogan, "live and learn"

die and teach if that's the case, it's glued open.
Finding mags in it, hide it, stash it in
a place where everyone can see but reachings just the half of it.

Chorus? Morris and Boris has got a story for us.
Morris has a cough so escort him to what the forty's stored in.
That's as far as your wrist-slap rhymes go,

got the teacher yelling cuz you missed that high note.
Soaring a boring flow, warning yo, the floor is for the boards
and the poorer folk I'm not sure you're dope.

But you're glued to it like shoes in a sewage pit,
news posts your newest %#@!, un glucosed review it is.
Find the time to take the time make your rhymes,

worth a wait in line, or spit a faker line and stay inside.
You the savior, sike you pay for like a day to write with pros,
while I'm taking flight cuz everything I say ignites.

With the surest fire, learning that it's burning brighter,
sparking from the crooked grinder's verses when he shoots em skyward
He's begging for a mercy in is thirsty mouth,

legging wearing, surely should have heard me when I cursed him out.
Stout bars thick enough to balance out the space between em,
shouting raw, sick enough to talent scout invasive seasons.

Still teething on these ideas, gums bleeding,
please proceed, all the proceeds go succeeding
Anthony calls telling me about the Gram he bought

and how he's gonna sell it for a shelf to put our Grammy on,
you're looking at us like vandals asking can we not,
tearing up, emotionally damaged cuz your family's gone.

$#&@ this voice dawg, I'ma rap over it,
other's muddered bronze at best, I spat golden %#@!,
floating over heads of the older kids,

drowned em all in molten spit dawg, I'm still smoldering.
Fly away, shootin lazer beams out his eyes,
!@$)gots want to doubt the guy, but now they sit about to cry,

leading lies, they thighs sit, crouched inside,
I'm giving high fives to my guys while they mouth is wide,
shocked cuz this verse isn't chopped at all,

spit in one take got the balls and you all enthralled,
calling shots is me filled concert halls
and all the channels switching to the station that I'm popping on.

These lines slice through finite lit lime lights,
stage fright subsides, hypes up my night,
Reppin sweaters, argyle, eyes wide

highlights night-vision verses shining right by.
I guess you asked be to destroy the beat,
soy with the sakura-masu, spiced your boys'l flee.

Spitting cordially is me, sits and hordes the keys,
to locks, being lyrics yea, you whack rappers forcing me.
I'm climbing stairs while they staring at me,

hair raisin, goose bumps giving still they swearing madly,
jealous cuz they know the top is barely past me,
snare's about to fare well care? Hell Air's still lasting

Look, I got one last breath in me,
forcing out the warriors of words that give me energy,
sending them a list of endless creditable dressed-to-be-ready-for-success diceased respectables to steadily,

set me up for getting me prepped to just miss penalties,
sent to diskette caches is bars that I've kept
Just for me.

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