JV
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[Verse 1: J. Venom]
Got sweat on my back like a layer of frost
I'm something raw, like I'm fuckin' Lara Croft
Got dreams to make money like I'm Microsoft
So start buying stock before I start taking off
Fuck the past, this the new wave of the golden age
I think to myself as I'm walking off stage
Anyways, I'm past the days of minimum wage
Spitting hard until I choose to fuckin' disengage
I'm at the age where I really don't like much
Beyond hip-hop, heroin, and maybe a little muff
Maybe some dark with a little salt in it
Some cloudy sake, and man that's about it
Doctor doctor, I don't know where to begin
I can't walk outside without some pills in my hands
Ya'll say that it's just a bit of anxiety
But why do I feel like fuckin' jumping from this balcony?
Maybe a cap of Psilacetin will make me feel better
Trip balls so hard I meet god and we talk bout the weather
See trees wave into shapes that I have never seen
And watch water fractalize into patterns like moon beams
I'm fading out, maybe another shot will help
So I take enough to feel like I'm not myself
Old timers talk like this shit's some growing pains
But when the fucks it end? I'm 24, shit's still the same
J. Venom
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[Verse 2: Dextro]
Thoughts from this man, what did ya'll expect
Still get respect, still fuckin' uglier than shrek
We bless text over beats, it's hiphop, scripture
She said she loves my rhymes, in due time I'll flip her
Rip it up, rip her up, man I do not give a fuck
No Delay, NAC, fake cats are out of luck, that's whats up
Man we coming for that crown
Even if it's made of thorns yo I'll never put it down
Don't come around sucka, cause you'll catch a couple hundred blows
Haters talkin trash and leave with broken nose
It's all about the flows, glow brighter than mr. burns
Taking four tokes of the spliff because I missed my turn shit
Ya'll be leavin in an urn, and I'm turnin into ashes
Dextro, sky high, burning all types of hashes
Fuckin classic, ya'll are fuckin spastic
Half of these rappers are fake fucks like plastic
Ya'll ain't even half real like silicone titties
Man I hate most these people but I got love for my city
Yo come and get with me, dextro and J. Venom
Gonna tell em, flip beats and no I don't sell em
Leave em dwellin in they hell for actin so smart
And I smoke so many trees but never gonna blaze bark
No sticks, no seeds, man I copped the fine bud
And never be as high with J with H in his blood

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