Death In LA Pt. 1

I've opened up like Christ with no comparison
 The prairie bad is back the Moodie Black to lap the fairer skin
 Terror mirror dap the nap of scarring flat Americans and ripping at the hides to push the arrows in
 Opposite of flicks that kiss the bitch and fist the pussy in
 Rarely represented by your hawking bearded-charlatans
 Carry rich in leather skin-ded vulture hide defy the
 Powdered west the powered death in no resign to rape the holes I find BIIIIITCH
 Best father noise amongst the boys of noise of unemployed devoid of modern ploys
 Of goth appearance toys
 You're going past a friendship to a fuckin app to help you black and peddle past the very tribes that came
 Before your deathing, accomplished
 Your PR, the balding money burning purse the purring earth that put your first
 The monster curse the native worst the Fake Four the other black the dollars ain't proper
 The co-signs are scary, equipment's on fire...
 SOME DEATH IN LA
 So we can sit around and talk about pussy
 And bang all these photographers to prove things
 Bitch I'm up in Paris too somewhere dark and pagan worn
 Wearing Levi holy black, borrowing your summer flat
 Independent povered rich, human clothing barely fits
 Plain inane the pains of freedom plains across my elder veins the same
 It's like I'll never rot. I am all you never not
 Fade away and sway to pave the way to lay the faders off. Call me black
 What the crow you people think?
 Death grips? Ratking? Choking on a fracking pill
 Kerosene flat screens the terror bad, I'm on my own hide terrified
 Compare me to the desert drones in lo-fi... fuck 'em all
 I'll shove the barrel in your eyes away from arrows. I'm intimidating size and heavy marrow
 I sleep like all the others, but hunt with empty fist and barely parish while the masses
 Probably know they shouldn't eat me
 SOME DEATH IN LA
 As I was born naked running pairing adolescence climbing up the EL PASO difference, rock fence
 The valley vultured out and kicked me further west before the ocean in the middle of coyotes
 I learned how to talk fast and drum on things to capture what had mattered to the person that
 I barely had control of. I danced on top of planks of feathered humans to a mass that wouldn't want me
 And I yelled at them for wearing plastic clothing
 Abandoned to the middle of the country where I yelled at them of parodies and ruffled those who probably wouldn't want me
 Although I was a crow of bad precision spreading out across the planet, back in Paris where they barely spoke my language
 I cut my talons off and back to cacti where the fairest can't compare me and the dust is just as much me as the flowers
 But unfinished ego has my farming bad. I laid it on the six dark, these people that don't want me gotta choke me