Lync Lone - Manhunt (feat. Eustace PM) Lyrics

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I'm emulating and spitting various flows
Ya parents, they know apparently my appearance is gold
Delirious, bold, and humble, qualities of a ghost
So now I'm floatin' round making centerpieces from foes, uh huh
The rappin' juvenile delinquent sinkin' to the ground
This rap shit? Foolish now
This whack shit is runnin' wild
Making off with capers
They wish they could catch me and my style
But I'm takin' off running, making money fall from clouds
I'm the exorcist, X-ing out your existence
I'm exponentially greater than all these expo's kickin' shit
I don't do my due diligence, I write limericks
Pissed and shit off the bong rips I be hittin' to get me so blitzed
F*ck censorship, I'd rather send my sense to kids
Stenciling all my senseless reactions the way I'm seeing them
I- might not see again
I- might not be ya friend
I- might not be the equal that you see when I walk in

I'm a mentor
Or do I mean dementor
I'm a psychopathic genius, the meanest you ever been saw
I'm a bottom feeder, don't rock Adidas or colored sneakers
I'm a reaper and a creeper, is that what you meant or...?
Did you mean the cleanest MC that's hailing from Venus
I roll with my gorgeous seamstress
While the demons loudly breathing
Reach inside of my mirror
Was surprised to find a healer
Telling me to go f*ck myself for ever being a dreamer
Then I go to sleep, bleeding on my new Tommy Jeans
I'm a fiend and I'm a demon raiding Earth for the key
To open the gates of Hell, I'm alive while asleep
And peeping all the moves you bitches make when you think I'm geeked
I'm seeking out the crime
Already peaked in my life
I'm steady, I take my time
And I'm reeking when I'm in line
Squeezing the Desert Eagle in my mind, I'm confined
And riding through, ducking you, bitch, my life is a lie

Moving like a zombie, my coupe is full of Gandhi's
Got ganja to make my mind free
Bring bottles of Vodka and limes
Need to black out before sun up
Ears ringing like I was punch drunk
And concussed and I never have been the one
Motivated quite enough to
Make it right this time
Might fight like Mike this time
I bite 9 vic's and write 5 lines, my 9 to 5
Dead or alive, I say bye bye
Can't stand out, gotta stay lowkey
Can't stand tall cause I might be seen
Told the sesh, "all these blunts for me"
All the rest I bring home for sleeping
I don't like to chase pussy when I'm high homie
I got a baseball bat to use when I'm not high homie
Cause when the smoke enter my lungs I get nonviolent homie
I look through kaleidoscopes, a pile of dope arrive
I'm out of hope, my mothership pulling up
Finna dip cause I just can't be the funny one
Aye, aye, aye
I'm sympathetic but a little narrow minded
I'm sitting static thinking "movement is so overrated"
I'm in the attic with some addicts hittin' rock bottom
Panic settles soon as everybody dry as rock bottom
I had some problems, still I got em, they ain't left
Bet I'll solve em with my hands behind my back and my eyes closed
Aye
And thats a blindfolded victory
Bittersweet like a honey bee dipped in ciggy tobacco
Aye