Launch Pad from Inebriated Astronauts by LaRON EMCEE

Completely obliterate the perception of death at my conception
I post poems thats post mortem ora perfection
cumulous over my thought pattern
bad selections
of memories replay in my mental section
I'm trying to shake my priors like Richard after the freebase
trying to sell my vision to the cheapskates
who peep fake niggaz and act like they authentic
big homes big whips flash hella cash thats rented
and lended
I layback plotting devising ways for payback
curiosity is the weapon for killing crazed cats
offering a way out for these mazed rats
playing this life game to the end cheating niggaz still try to shave stats
I pause cuz my flaws were getting a bit to tall
and my attitude was cause for always ready to brawl
any second
tired of breaking bread with hog niggaz disrespecting
the reason why I'm rhyming at all
cash and diamonds don't mean shit when your backs to the wall
friends convert to enemies who the fuck would you call
at my lowest of points I couldn't reach out of the muck
niggas flossin they good times and I was down on my luck
the new mission is murder competition with these compositions
fire spittin till my desires are what I'm gettin
if that means rockin black tappin niggaz pockets for stacks
or painting vivid pictures to change the place where I'm at
it's in motion
100 IBU's in my potion up late nights
trying to redefine my devotion moving forward

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