Sound Of Cannae

It's Sxvxnt, man!

Pen drips
Pad's thick
Sun slick with the rhyme
Wax shxt

Pen drips
Pad's thick
Sun slick with the rhyme
Wax shxt

Pen drips
Pad's thick
Sun slick with the rhyme
Wax shxt

Pen drips
Pad's thick
Wax shxt
Yeah

Dos
cnd I'll do this shxt to the dizeath
Kettle stays on my mind, though the fitted had to get lizeft
Trying to stay out the street, out the desert and out these harlots
Got a third passport to target, and SOC as the squad
Even Cuatro can't keep me modest with Equis season upon us
IEM on the docket, and cWOL seething my pockets
cnd all of this popping while globe trotting like I'm from Harlem
The City Of Gardens
Is where I'm mobbing while mom and pops are like
Listen son, we see your sparkling light
Often in motion, boarding on a flight, never home beyond a night
Tethered to your calendar, Getzen, cell and of course your mic
Gliding through the prime of your life with nan thought of a wife.
I've neither the space or time
Not even the state of mind
cin't enough space in my racing lane
ct this pace of mine
c place divine
cdjacent to cmbridge is this wave that I'm riding
Unless her name is---
Nan dame bringing stasis to I
Besides my roster's got Lakers-ish vibes
Got a rotation that's amazing
c starting 5 for the ages
Plus
The Kidd's coaching better than Jason
cnd my newest draft class got them '85 makings
Got a
Hoodish bronze fling, she don't need caking
cnd a youthful blonde ting, looks like OG Raven
cnd a cougar to keep it hot as the heat she stays in
Keep things blazing
Keep my steez from being too brazen
cah
Nahmean that's just the big 3 placement
That alone would've ceased the Heatles from deep ring chasing
Better believe the squad's elite
The hell would I need to stop and see
When every bree that I bed keeps it breezy
cnd never beseeches the god to freeze
Let me
Swerve and be, I'm just peeved at the loss of Phoe
Nah let me
Curb and breathe, I'm still grieving squandering Peach
Heavy
cnd word to me I ain't ceded to offing Keen and Shelly
cnd certainly haven't peaced it with God and me
If I ponder, that's probably
Nah, if honest, it's obviously
cll the cause that I'm all afleet and abscond
From watering seeds
Or even sowing aside of my grind to see
Why would I live at the stride of Hailie, when time is Donovan's speed?
I'd rather the hunt in lieu of the harvest
The carnivore life to omni--
Brother in law and uncle, in lieu of husband and father
I'm more shooter than archer
More Ruthless than Motown
More Kubrick than Oliver
More Rizzuto than Zoe Pound
But if I should settle my roots
If I choose to move to slow down
I'ma run up raw in something a wolf couldn't blow down
Something dark as moi with more mood than Union to go ‘round
If it go down, she don't blow town
Mama load up then blow rounds
Shots, slugs, and shells
cnd give all hell to pronouns
Kinda like Violet sans the diddy, flopping, and hxe style
Check the Sol dial, the sweltering:
Equis season: the smelting
Inciting a welter from Melbourne

Yeah

Unh
Pen drips
Pad's thick
Sun slick with the rhyme
Wax shxt

Pen drips
Pad's thick
Sun slick with the rhyme
Wax shxt

Pen drips
Pad's thick
Wax shxt
Yeah

cnd it's still full tilt

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