Manic Crux - Rare Form

This is
Rare form with some
Rare chords nair that
Dare pork, tell em
Flare more, jet out the
Airport, with bands cuz
I cared more, keep branch
In the jansport, that
Jan sport yeah, uh
Write out the lines
Refined no revised
Alla these beautiful highs

I'm hungry hit the throttle
Rich in spirit, poor in dollars
Yeah, I'm knocking all the prada
Cuz without it, they are nada
Prima donna's sound unfathered
After something like they momma
Everybody tryna cop comma's
Body 'em, then pop a bottle
Like

I bleed yet I want more
Beneath I have cut cores
The speed of unlocked chords
Foreign mind I don't front for
Porous times for a front door
Thoroughly done with, not done for
My, torque been torn between
Our war and a rinse
Hell hast none worse than
A scorned bitch
I know that she's furious

Those who deserve it the most
Ain't got a way to get it
I spent those years broke but
Was never defenseless
Sayin' putcha money where
Ya mouth is
My words are a fountain
That courage moved mountains
I ain't ever even have to
Peddle no ounces
Some cats just be pouncing
Only expectations and conclusions
Are lousy, so I don't allow them

Man, I'm in rare form

This is rare form

What we've seen we
Wish on our worst enemy
If it's not about my paper
Better off ya don't step to me
You'll be out of focus momentarily
Spent ya advance on clothes and you
Supposed to be the G? Ya
Dirt level while we heavenly
Spitting angelic remedies
My soul saying fuck it
But my body wants your memory
Sayin' tenderly remember me
Cherish me
Wherever that splendor be
Playing my part in the harmony
Of Everything

I'm hungry hit the throttle
Rich in spirit, poor in dollars
Yeah, I'm knocking all the prada
Cuz without it, they are nada
Prima donna's sound unfathered
After something like they momma
Everybody tryna cop comma's
Body 'em, then pop a bottle
Like

I bleed yet I want more
Beneath I have cut cores
The speed of unlocked chords
Foreign mind I don't front for
Porous times for a front door
Thoroughly done with, not done for
My, torque been torn between
Our war and a rinse
Hell hast none worse than
A scorned bitch
I know that she's furious

I ain't design to disappoint
Y'all disappear for a lil coin
Lil boys sound like Lil Troy
23 Aint too young boy
Read they plays like Tolstoy
I saw all sides, now slide
Hit the ladder, cut the chatter
Shit was a long climb
Took a long time

I'm in rare form

Written by:
Jacob Lodge

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