Poe Cete – ATLAS
Genre Rap

LYRIC
ATLAS

[Part 1]:
[Uh, why you tryna fucking diss my moccasins?
I accomplish shit, relish the kill like condiments
Tangled in the sovereignties, sample for the embodiment
Bitch I’m the fucking opposite of your favorite biography
Commit lyrical genocides, evidence with photography
Appreciate the modesty I got from my last project
Drop shit and disappear like a forgotten object
Pull the switchblade out my pocket, ow cut myself from exhaustion
Doing crappy production, while also getting some suction
Megalovania
Call me a megalomaniac
Somebody give me my Xannies back, shit, accidents come in Fannypacks
Secure it in a burlap bag, a primarica causing lag
I have more pages than dictionaries and Exclusive tranny mags
I’m just tired of the random shit, these niggas in endangerment
Walk in the shooting range and get shot 9 more times than 50 Cent
I’m killing shit, spend my whole afternoon with a kinky bitch
Doing taxidermies on poodles with herpes in Anchorage

[Part 2]:
[Fuck! Sorry, I just woke up. I’m gonna do one of those Lil Darkie songs where he like, makes short songs and combine them together
Hula Hoop niggas be posing
Tryna act tough but you know that they got a persona
These Fruity Loop niggas proposing
I walk to the border and shoot Trump supporters
But everyone knows that I am the Chosen
Decisions decisive, don’t try to get blind in the Ocean
Her liver, my dick would be poking
Run through the neighborhood, got the bitch choking
On spit my semen, let’s start some Meiosis
Nigga, I don’t want your fucking promotion
Your music sucks anyway, I am not joking
Where is my super suit, that bitch is frozen
My dividends crazy, they got yo ass floating
But these niggas don’t know what dividends are
GTA VI when I’m in a car
And I fucked that Becky, now she is a star
Those guns are just water, you don’t need a mag
The laser is on you, like some kinda tag
You can stay simping, while I get a bag
American Terrorist, causing the lag
I can’t say the r-word, but I can say fag
And all of you faggots will now feel my wrath
[this is where I start rapping fast now
Um, I’m a hypocrite
These niggas be spittin, but come to find out, they’re illiterate
Fuck it, I am an infinite
Walking around defending shit, we’re not the same, my nigga, we are not synonyms
Telepathy, like a definitive, who like the switching shit
He making it difficult to be my lil experiment
Be an intimidating figure of a malevolence
Let’s murder all the presidents to keep on being a relevance, uh
Hula Hoop niggas be posing
Tryna act tough but you know that they got a persona
These Fruity Loop niggas proposing
I walk to the border and shoot Trump supporters
But everyone knows that I am the Chosen
Decisions decisive, don’t try to get blind in the Ocean
Her liver, my dick would be poking
Run through the neighborhood, now I’m awoken
[By the way, um, the r-word that I’m referring to is [CENSORED]. Uh, I can’t really say it cause it’s, it’s bad. So I’m probably gonna censor it.
[Part 3]:
[I’m so sorry
Who the fuck was the last to hit the Stiiizy
Get a Bentley Truck, doing donuts till I’m dizzy
Niggas running up, but them bullets fucking miss me
I’m an introvert, but extroverted when I’m busy
I be slithering, like some nigga from Harry Potter on some
Ritalin, puff clouds bigger than the big Michelin Man, plotting and scheming like it was some sorta
Attrition plan, I’m Dirty Dan, from the Taliban
Osama my Llamas, fuck all the drama
In Jose in my pajamas and Prada on my Kodamas
Who shot him? He caught a body in Tijuana, Colossus
My pockets can fit a wallet, a Tesla, and walkie talkies
To the alt bitches, I could give less of a fuck
If you like women, to the niggas saying
They dick big, it’s not
These pussies niggas like they fucking apricots
Bitch is acting like a bot, really says a lot
For the record, I’m not a fucking pacifist, or an activist
Just a black kid who likes fucking masochists
Ironic, you bastards are defiant, my client likes applying pain to baby fucking lions
To the authoritarian niggas, authoritize my dick
To all the fascists, your asses are meant to perish in Calabasas
The masses of ashes filling my cashes
Anatomy classes, suck off your goddamn passion, nigga

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