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Crew Cut Lyrics by Mood Cru

Bastards Of Babble

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[Handamonium]
Categorically Antagagoric
Can ya respect this chex?
We’re pourin’ Wheaty heat, minus the flex
Stop, hit the respec, soldier rhymes flippin’ up to
Super lu crimes, every time skate Shreked (4 bars)
An usha ‘memberin’ Rick’s shmecks
The chronomadic addicts, livein’ lippies repeat that
Replete tact, Till ya get my beak in the sheet wrapped
We flippin’ n zippin’ n jizzin’ n pinnin’ the tweets what I flit past
[Stop]
Mastin gastas, sailin’ sans a rasta, still I’m lashin’ scansion fasta
Gashin’ you got a, e, i, i aight?
Why I owe U the stress? Know I ain’t out to impress
I pen the phlem to digest, You nod ya noggin ta jest
Abused the dex for a sin, the Juan winds
Jettin’ smoke outta the hymns ya diddled greenery in
You sniffin’ testaments to toonin’ again? Well amen
Cut din, prop doom, knick a bocka, and friends
[Moud-E]
Uh, what flavor do you want, wallow or the widow
Willows winnow at the sills of windows, uhhh
Keep it simple, will ya? Syllables symbolize essential lies to turn a tide benign
A wide rhyme writhes as them bars rise high, rabble rousin keeps a prison guards eye
Foucault’s panoptic hive scurries all to bake a pie, liable to die if you taste the inside dime
A kind, miss do you need a ride? Uber mentioned the last man sighed and sat
Lateral life, radical freedom at last, how absurd that a stranger got gassed by an act
Why do rap? Existential laundry with a wrap of nihilistic softener to brace the blast
For a laugh bout a batty past riddled with more jokes than tact, I mean, whatchu want more than that?
[Kaydus]
Heartless queens love guillotines, scarlet dreams march heresy
I’d bruit thee, et tu Iblis. Toke Twenty three sparrows to carry me
Where the weirwood weep, al-Khidir perceives whose past repeats
The path between attack and peace, A trail of ink tears at the seams
Beware the Scene
Seems stringed swords sing for faux kings
Apropos sirens sewn, so the storm brings
Syc-O-phants, sicka bein fans wanna kill a bigga stan
It’s you that they eye-ing
Two tyrants in a tide. Washed aside
For cleaner lies, Justified turn just defied
Ivory stay on the rise, carve an Idol, idle minds
Will guard thy Gaud, till gardens die
Credits
Mood Cru

Mood Cru

About “Crew Cut” by Mood Cru

Read the complete lyrics to "Crew Cut" by Mood Cru from the album "Bastards Of Babble". On Lyrks you can follow along with the full text, explore the artist's discography, and discover related songs. The track is often categorized under Rap.

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"Crew Cut" appears on "Bastards Of Babble".

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