Inside The Civic

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Javelin - Rap

Inside The Civic

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[HOOK] Right out the gate, I charge up, like cellular devices Out the rage comes raw-tongued & eloquent divine shit Ain't I some shit, to fuck with? I write this from behind my iPhone, in ice-cold.. Climate.. outside is frigid Climbing.. inside the civic Tighten.. mic cable like a ribbon round your limbs & get it twisted, like the quips you never gettin.. [VERSE 1] In my dialogue.. I dissolve like sublinguistics, unpredicted This attack on the senses when I get in this.. Piece.. ready to make peace, but your piece, is piecemeal To my piece of pie, eat a nice meal & write real raps Might peel caps, back blue, facts dude, I smash fools The back alley tracks on a scratched CD-ROM Are the tracks that he spills, Sippin brown paper bags like a bum Like a chump.. hey Like a chump.. hey Like he wants to be numb for the fun.. hey Mighty drunk.. hey Mighty drunk.. hey Likely one was enough to get stunned.. hey.. [HOOK] Right out the gate, I charge up, like cellular devices Out the rage comes raw-tongued & eloquent divine shit Ain't I some shit, to fuck with? I write this from behind my iPhone, in ice-cold.. Climate.. outside is frigid Climbing.. inside the civic Tighten.. mic cable like a ribbon round your limbs & get it twisted, like the quips you never gettin.. [VERSE 2] Sister Christian & Father Time Mother Confessor, brother of mine Son of a gun, daughter of God Partner in crime I done lost my mind, like Alzheim's at the ripe-old age of 29 Can't find a nice dime to use as a life line.. Find a nice dime.. to use for a lifetime..

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  • Javelin