The Kindergarten Collections Vol. I

by Phraseology

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Now I'm telling you, you step to me I'll show you 10 toes, you'll loose 10 teeth So why don't you act respectfully We'll both leave this place in peace Fuck it, I'm walking away But all of these thoughts are stuck in my brain You dumb as hell for playing this game Get out of my conscious, you're leaving a stain And I know that your homie's behind me And he lookin' at you like don't try me I know you fightin' blindly And those fists of yours won't find me Don't play with me, I'm playing for keeps Don't pray for me, I'm praying you leave Don't scrape with me, if you're staying you bleed It's your move fucker whatchu saying to me He could have a gun He could have a knife Could be 3rd degree Don't pick that fight Don't fuck up you night Don't fuck up you life I'm searching for peace Don't pick that fight He could have a gun He could have a knife Could be 3rd degree Don't pick that fight Don't fuck up you night Don't fuck up you life I'm searching for peace Don't pick that fight (Don't touch me, ohhh or what? Or I'll touch you back) I'm a trained man and I don't fight You won't fuck with my night, I've been killing these pints Ask anybody I'm hella nice I'm fucking with words not rollin' the dice I'd be mad at myself with you lookin' like hell Like all of a sudden he just up and fell Now you seeing two, that's parallel Got your head spinning like a carousel Ego got me loudmouthed Like watch yourself or catch a roundhouse You asshole, this is back and forth Takes two to tango, don't pass that torch Homie just listen, don't fuck the position This ain't just a match you can win just by pissin' Just take a damn minute, start making decisions Got peace in my vision, you fuckin' forgiven He could have a gun He could have a knife Could be 3rd degree Don't pick that fight Don't fuck up you night Don't fuck up you life I'm searching for peace Don't pick that fight He could have a gun He could have a knife Could be 3rd degree Don't pick that fight Don't fuck up you night Don't fuck up you life I'm searching for peace Don't pick that fight
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I say fuck him Ooh I say fuck him Say fuck him Ooh I say fuck him Now fuck you Mr. President And don't expect me to address you with any respect Unless you refuse to neglect the way your rhetoric Got my loved ones scared to death It's not about being politically correct It's about the rape culture you seek to protect So I'ma make sure to use my every breath To object to your bullshit at every step You normalize the supremacy of white lives You try to maintain the way women are objectified You hide behind lies that you later deny And terrorize with rhetoric reminiscent of genocide Just look at the way you've managed to take advantage of the damage The planet we've been handed, you've been taken for granted Your ego got you manic and I'm panicked, like damn it We just set sail on the titanic I got no respect for the president And all the confederates that he represents (Say fuck him) I got no respect for the president I got no respect for the president (Say fuck him) I got no respect for the president And all the confederates that he represents (Say fuck him) I got no respect for the president I got, I got, I got (Say fuck him) Now I ain't tryna start a witch hunt Like you automatically a bigot if you voted for Trump But don't look me in the eye like I'm that dumb Tell me this was because of emails, Benghazi, or guns I know you got your reasons, and shit that you believe in But the man is a cultural heathen Spewing hate with every breath that he breathing And fuck the DNC and Hillary for that shit with Bernie Tell me I got a voice but they mocking me Is this honestly what we call democracy 'Cause Donald in the White House looks more like Halloween (Help me figure it out) And if you supported a regressive presidency Just make sure you know you don't have the right to make anybody Feel like they have to be anything that they have to pretend to be Like you get a say in the gender identity? Just learn some fucking empathy And keep your god damn bibles out a woman's pregnancy (Say fuck him) I got no respect for the president And all the confederates that he represents (Say fuck him) I got no respect for the president I got no respect for the president (Say fuck him) I got no respect for the president (Fuck the president) And all the confederates that he represents (Say fuck the president) I got no respect for the president I got, I got, I got Fuck the president Say Fuck the president
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Wffls: Good shit, that's some damn good shit Yodi Mac: Crumbling tea leaves into my morning drink Humming a couple of sweet things, I heard from some neat Poetry, noticing life ain't what it seems Read between the things I never notice when I speak I listen to the loudest of the whispers in the trees Who are talking through the leafs that are sure to leave before spring comes You believe in free-dumb, youngin that's a dream, um Asking why might provide light to burn down the kingdom Kings become lost, pions become boss, pions become kings and no one thinks about god, we're lost I put the flame to the godtree, I know she got me Love how she lift me out my body Prop me up near the moon, sun, and stars With a car that flies, speakers knock the sober out your eyes Lids lower than the sky below, the vine I smoke to let the vibes flow Reach a space so heavenly through melodies it's hyrdo Hook: And paint a vulgar picture for me baby Know how much I miss your darling ways Sit back, relax, puff pass and unwind Cause we tryna get high, we just tryna get high And paint a vulgar picture for me baby Know how much I miss your darling ways Sit back, relax, puff pass and unwind But I need it Phraseology: Now I'm staring out the window Feeling like a leaf in a tree when the wind blows, but still though I'm armed with a pencil, couple of tight instrumentals To stimulate my mental Got my feet up on the table My mind is stable and able to be fatal in April I'm playful, and I've got a plate full of rhymes that are tasteful And I ain't wasteful, just a disgraceful angel, looking for a little appraisal Got a blunt up in my hand and I can barely stand I think the cannabis had a bit of a hand in this She gave me a commanding kiss, it was so scandalous Got a meeting in a few think I should cancel it See I be chillin in cities where in the winter its chilly Like my home boy Willy, you feel me? Nah I'm just being silly really, But for me revealing what I'm feeling is healing So put your hands towards the ceiling Hook: And paint a vulgar picture for me baby Know how much I miss your darling ways Sit back, relax, puff pass and unwind Cause we tryna get high, we just tryna get high And paint a vulgar picture for me baby Know how much I miss your darling ways Sit back, relax, puff pass and unwind But I need it Blake Anthony: I'm dope, how are you? Coming down, need a boost? Badyosh got the sauce Take a dab maybe two I'm dope, how are you? Coming down, need a boost? Badyosh, Badyosh Badyosh, Badyosh Mecca rollin up the kill, call the coroner High off pills, THC my thrills till I'm boring ya Dab and chill, model fuck the feels, down to blow her what She want me to blow her but, upgraded from holy slut I just dabbed and hit her gut, Yodi Apapulco blunt, Windows blow the hotbox, hit the doors and get the city skunked Bouncing off a super koopa head, wearing blue an red, Chewing on the shoots, feel I'm dead, power level lit, Now I feel like I'm a giant, you can't stop me why you tryin Don't pick up unless they customers who told me what they buyin Mama need and I supply it, can't count on the baby daddies Got a need for wet vagina, smell like fish I can't get at it Now my cloud too high to deal with all this madness The D I gave was magic, no carbon burn was tragic So high from dabs and acid, feel just like Aladdin Surfing planet to planet, no plan on ever landing And paint a vulgar picture for me baby Know how much I miss your darling ways Sit back, relax, puff pass and unwind Cause we tryna get high, we just tryna get high And paint a vulgar picture for me baby Know how much I miss your darling ways Sit back, relax, puff pass and unwind But I need it

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released May 16, 2019

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