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How It Is by Eyeque Lyrics

Genre: rap | Year: 2019

[Verse 1]
My name is Eyeque
I’m birthed from where flies crew
Unhallowed few, pick appleseeds from a baffled tree
Follow me, life hits harder when the traffic leaves
Happily find what makes the woods smoke
Peasant pirated kings would poke
I don’t have a dollar to borrow if the well dries up before you swallow
Then drown down in the shallow gallows
Comic stripped from all semblance of reality
Dominant gibs strokes all symmetry of gallantry
Silencing hornets and spaceships
Lost spirits flowing through the cortex, more insecure than a facelift
Nothing against facelifts but my mind’s gone after the lace tip made my hand dip in the brown liquid
Lost all concept of self confidence when the bomb hits ground zero name prints to walk maze hints
Tamper tantrum caused conundrum of rug burns to self
Hell is a figment of wealth

[Hook]
That’s how it is
Y’all must live, ya
That’s how it is
Fibs, kids and shit
That’s how it is
Y’all must live, ya
That’s how it is
Fibs, kids and shit
[Verse 2]
Dreams burst like a firecracker
Rainbow thoughts disappear here by after
Gold chain hallucinations excite side laughter
Present delivers the past right passed the last
Mask hides happiness ever gassed
Cash Balloons deflated from the severs slash
Pump effort into the gulley, pull the body off the bullet
Clean shaven transforms to a mean cracken mullet
Don’t tow it, complex membrane fragments deluded
Push and pull effect into black holed seclusion
Movement to the oscillations will do it
Howls layered over dangled eclipse
Meanwhile isolationist scrawls ions with iron mitts
And heart to heart fan-dumb it down dummy
Make the tummy draggle from the stump down slump street
Foolish to believe anything won’t be weaponed
Feast, wolfs won’t relish the opportunity to beckon
Third heart will diminish in a second
Get it

[Hook]
That’s how it is
Y’all must live, ya
That’s how it is
Fibs, kids and shit
That’s how it is
Y’all must live, ya
That’s how it is
Fibs, kids and shit
[Verse 3]
I am the progeny of American consumerism
Walked on coals without drawn doom moccasins
Cookoo document brain membrane cerebral hostages
Born to be ding dong ditch’s accomplice
That’s dumb shit knock off cyst
Heart attack man back with a vengeance
Lookin to kill off all of man’s hands
Tattooed arm knocked off
If the head’s a temple
The prayers don’t flow where the head goes
Misfortune becomes one’s own moldy throne
Anatomist brazen to smother pickles
Treat with loonies then tricked with a golden sickle
Bone headed theoretics intuition led missiles
Build gate from outer limit centerfolded fuselage
Blind murder date at camp foot lodged
Trap a winged tipped melon head until the froth led
Colored glucose plasma fed into the boss head God sent
And then dissembled by time’s disabling pod heads
We all die