Chords for Mural

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_ Uh, we're all chemicals, vitamins and minerals, and vicar than we're in the tubes wrapped
around the arm.
See the vein like a chicken on the barn.
Top cat chat, let's begin another yawn.
Is flying sausage cheese, or is it chicken parm?
Roosters don't fly like boosters don't fly.
So what powers cowards to get them to the top, just to fall asleep?
Listen in the back, the ribbon in the sky is the ribbon that I drop.
Dribble in the eye across the prism of a clock that lacks meaning, but racks up stacks of
fat reading to catch cheap and wrapped up plants from trap dealings.
[G] Now what's the coughing with [Gm] a scratch ceiling?
And what's the talking [Dm] without the match feeling?
Is berry living [G] and cherry picking every [Gm] lemon from your berry system?
Then proceed with the pack feeding.
When I was young I had visions of another world, sneaking looks at the pawn stash of
my brother Hurl.
Incense smoke made vortices and other curls, casting castles, porn films, and ad space
with rubber girls.
I like my pancakes cut in swirls, Moroccan moles and undercover squirrels.
I like cartoons, southern cities with large moons, faith healers, ex-female drug dealers,
and art booms.
_ Apologize for my weird mix, what tastes like hot dogs [Bb] and tear drips, [G] and looks like pantomime
and clear [Gm] bricks, and smells like shotguns and deer piss.
They on they hunt, kinda salty that I'm going hard.
First part of a party that I throw in pods.
One minute you playing pool, next minute you throwing darts.
But that's how you do with a party that you throw in bars.
I run the gambit like I'm throwing cards.
Popular mechanics to overdosing hard.
Paint cold pictures like Nova Scotia landscapes.
Nerd [G] gang, McMandel, Bratz sets when we [D] handshake.
A word gang backup plan that can [F] damn licks back up.
[G] Word plane plan that [Gm] the man states means I can still be the man that the dam breaks.
And when the man breaks some reflections, what they can't face, but pyrrha still treat
the mirror like it's a fan base.
The unfettered veteran, the eagle feathered man of medicine that hovers above cities like
weathermen or maybe weatherwomen.
Whatever better to tell you weather coming.
I prefer girls to rain all over the world.
And not rain like rain man, or rain like rain dance, or rain like a slight chance of rain
when [G] it's raining.
Or rain like deer slaves to Santa Claus slave man.
But rain like queens that [Dm] reign over made men.
And not queen like queen killer, Rhapsody, Bohemian [Gm] queen.
But queen like white glove wave hand.
And not [G] wave hand like it's a heat wave.
So you [Gm] make a fan by waving your hand.
I'm talking wave like you saying hey [D] man.
And not hate for horses and horses [Gm] like you almost boss this.
You gotta treat your vocal chords like it's a fortress.
And treat every single one of your words like reinforcements.
Especially when you're recording.
Because that's the portion that's important.
When I was reporting it I was hard.
But now I'm more than.
It's steel hooking hills on my sugar hills.
And sweet spots crying shames.
Make margarita rims from cheap tops.
Deep plots in Florida ceiling windows from her pee pops.
The little scenes with the sickle swings to make the weed drop.
And a hundred words for them hummingbirds that like to ease drop.
And fan out like peacocks with a parakeet that beatbox.
So the sun rise when the beat drop.
And the sun dies when the beat stops.
_ Then it unties.
Then it relocks.
Then it relapses.
Then it detox.
Then he back like a heat pack on his kneecaps at the wee spot.
Cause he want what we got like yeah.
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Then forge slaughtery like a young honoree.
Morris seed and spit it to the golden lock.
Satsu like they porridge all watery.
Not scorching or sorbety from a steel orbiting saucer.
Raw sorcery coming down gorgeously.
Just like a Stacey Dash waterfall.
A marsorturina waterboarding Barbie doll.
A river of women like Brazilian carnivores.
Swimming in feminine bikinis made out of barbersal.
[G] Somebody give them the [Gm] volleyballs.
If you love her don't ever send her to [Dm] Molly Mars.
Homie if she lonely she might end up in [Gm] Macaulay's claws.
Coming out the closet over goblets down at Mardi Gras.
The famed champagne walker Shane Lottie call.
My rap position was black conditioning activism.
Ammunition for abolition missions.
Attacking systems but they not act to listen.
Lessons dropping on Activision.
Are we apps or are we bodies filled with apparitions?
Operating applications stuck inside an apple prison.
Chicken hacking download updates that lack religion.
Oh are we more [D] than soil painting?
[Gm] Disloyal change [Bb] means free.
I get proud with boy and goyle.
Tasting [A] and foiling others royal [Gm] saintings.
I sit back and watch the world through eye holes in my oil painting.
Oh ain't nothing to it but to do it.
Unless you Virgin Mary nothing do it but to trust.
Believe all that unless you're Josh.
Life is not a dictionary. _
Soros and I feel like a missionary.
To a Koutaris.
The water bearer heir of traditions that I swear to never change my chair position.
On conditions of my porridge.
Submission for sedition against the religion of [G] a chorus.
Keep them golden weed thieves out the motherfucking forest.
As I perform a nerve [Dm] storm.
I prefer my pictures in word form.
Buried a hatchet like how a [Gm] bird born.
As I paint cold pictures [G] like Kool-Aid facing condensation.
Having conversations [Gm] with flavorful combinations.
Slaves to my [Dm] concentration.
So that's [D] OJ the juice man meets OJ with two hands and two gloves.
That's too snug to judge who was [Gm] who drew blood.
And Lupe look at all these toucans.
In a cemetery full of tomahawks.
Giving middle fingers to the pigeons doing somersaults.
Roadrunners don't fall off cliffs they run across.
Anomalies by the colony flukes by the reservoir.
Wild and pursuers end up as poofs on the desert floor.
Levitating youths who know the truth of where the fountain hides.
Buckaroo roots painting tunnels onto the mountainsides.
A thousand parts a pound a heart an ounce of ice.
Announcing out of doubt and mouth pronounces out of counts of lies.
Chocular counts by the count of five.
Refrigerators roof full of animals and monsters.
Incinerators shoots in the manual for contra.
[G] Absorbed memories from my [Gm] childhood.
Absorbing energy from the wild woods.
[G] Electronic combat Konami signed [Gm] contract.
Chinese shark killing kooka roaches on contact.
Chicago spread gun aficionado.
Aficionado spitting bridging divisions in Chicano.
Who's the boss if it isn't Lissa Milano?
Through the call ninja mission into the Congo.
Polarized envy of the older guys.
Black Obi-Shanobi hitting Ken-O in the face with all my throwing knives.
Sub-zero guiding hiding writing in the pack as well.
Sound village, leaf village, wolf spirit magic spells.
Dodging [D] rain and catching hail.
Face Sears need [Dm] samurais to catch the L.
Special [G] research vessels made for catching [Gm] whales.
Sea shepherds with extra cells.
Rewrite history.
Liberty needs a better bell.
Maybe hotter irons and carbon fibers that never fail.
Smarter science mixed with our art alliance fairy tale.
Or maybe just a metal pail you hit with steel tools.
Two and now you've had enough and dropping out of seal school.
Just like trout jumping out the house to let their gills cool.
Cuba scuba couldn't take the temperature of my skill pool.
Yeah!
Said it feels cool to kill fools.
Slipping through the cracks like when you try to grill gruel.
Techno [G] viking water bottle when not following pill [Gm] rules.
Or have you off the throttle when you should be modeling chill moves.
Roller skate maker or you just cobbling wheel shoes.
Overweight taster, a king fool that kills crews.
Oblivious featherweight baker who autographed cakes.
Whenever his quill moves over your mill use.
Simple as a buddhist monk in the temple standing in some hill grooves.
With the abbot practicing stillness.
Real still till he realizes realness.
Defeat Samsara, achieve Nirvana and brilliance.
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