TRACK SIX
ACT THREE [Prod. Ded Tebiase]

Hopeless teen,
He was supposed to mope and note his dreams, go for broke, and blow ferocious smoke into the coke and weed,
It’s the hypnosis of his broken dream, closest thing to Moses as he closes with the focus of a locust scream,
He was the locus of a bogus scene, hostesses that notice and approach him for the omens in his dopamine,
He was deposed with soap, a rope he’d need, he was slow to float in oaken boats that float into the broken stream

Nature trips,
He was in Rage amidst the tapered lips, famous quips and the stainless vacantness of paperclips,
In his jail he would fail to behave a bit, save for fits of forsaking Satan on some favour shit,
It was Rage in which he’d catered to create a blitz of pay-per-clicks that were trained evasively on laser chips,
He’s unveiling his behaviour in a trader’s script, stay for tips, he’d persuade his maker with a frayed eclipse

Act three,
It was the fact he would strap trees from a black sack that was yapped from the factory,
He was trapped by the yats, he dispatched three, an exact match, it was apt to distract me

Act three,
It was the fact he would strap trees from a black sack that was yapped from the factory,
He was trapped by the yats, he dispatched three, an exact match, it was apt to distract me

Rotten and detested,
Shotter comes a cropper when he’s tested, trodden at the bottom of the guest list,
Spotted by a moralist that’s ominously nested, grovelling and toppled by a bottling he’s left with,
Fossils of his follicles were horribly collected, monocles were soluble and washable, he guessed it,
Novel in his modelling of what’s to be expected, a comical apostle that colossally invested

Major win,
He would’ve shaved but it’s a vagrant’s skin, he was entertaining the assailants that would rage within,
He’s a painter that’s decaying as he’s bathed in sin, papering the failures of his maker with an ancient grin,
Here’s the nation to the jailer of the greatest thing, which was sent as payment to the patient and abrasive king,
He was stationed in complacency, the greatest sin, while the state surveillance push debasement of his Asian skin

Act three,
It was the fact he would strap trees from a black sack that was yapped from the factory,
He was trapped by the yats, he dispatched three, an exact match, it was apt to distract me

Act three,
It was the fact he would strap trees from a black sack that was yapped from the factory,
He was trapped by the yats, he dispatched three, an exact match, it was apt to distract me