All doughy-eyed... whole game mobilized... Started From The Bottom... but it's no problem to grow in size...

It's a comedy act, we're following, black...
All fiction, they can't acknowledge the 'fact'...
Ringing it up for a living, but 'calling' us whack?
I mean, where do they got off doing so?
In the fast lane, all of em' moving slow...
Keeping it secret, speeches you should know...
That's the brunt of it all... throw that adhesive until it's stuck to the wall...
And all the them can suck on my balls... completely remove the nut from the drawers...
Tired of the hustle, it's all... a mirage
a tall facade... shaking my head at it as I'm nodding off...
Shaking my head with enough force
to wake up the dead... kneading a change, when they're taking my 'bread'... (HANH)
All doughy-eyed... whole game mobilized...
Started From The Bottom... but it's no problem to grow in size...
No disguise ha... who are you kidding?
How am I "dead" If I do this for a "living" (Paradox)
I swear the top's an imaginary concept...
Cause I past it and went... laughed at it, and never went back to it since...
Other cats on the fence... looking like, "That's intense" ...
But why though? Don't be afraid of heights... you can fly, bro...
I see the time zones... it's all a mystery...
the cyclones of lines shown in patterns woven by science knows...
Defying foes, I'm a conquer... killing the lions, know...
I'm in there with the fishes... nautical, anatomical...
Yes... modern finesse, orchestrated through a pencil
And spoken which such fluidity, even music can truly see...
How it was doomed to be... ever since puberty...
Struck, I was moving keys... nothing like doing trees...
Something I do wit' ease... yes sir, it's just...
the unity of the unit, E. Honda moving at numerous speeds...
That hand work like planned birth... baby, it's good..
I build in destroy the syllables toyed and played with for my lyrical joy...
I can talk about politics if you wish...
But you don't want me. I hate talking about politics...
I hate talking about how modern modern is...
Considering that it's far from it...
If we lived by societies standards? we could sit and watch the bar plummet...
Right to the ground. Ask yourself at the moment, what are you doing now?

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LOL @ the dust around from the mushroom cloud crushing, wow! Fucking clown! Yeah, how does it feel to be under ground? (Huh?) Literally. You can't get rid of me. Every bit of D- N-A is like a relay of keys placed, for you to Freebase... on A destructive nature of touching paper. A victim of habit. Up in your head, cause he lives in the attic like Roger from American Dad, scribbling at is.. notebook.. with Rachel McAdams face on the cover... he's physically had it. Needs Zoloft to doze off. So his father keeps... given em' tablets.. He sits in the blackness, drawing pictures of catfish. Why? Cause he's miserable, and considerably tragic. If you look at him, his innards are like a miniature of sinister lashes. So give me this ratchet, bitch. A prick, more than a Cactus is. I crack your ribs on the McDonald's Arches, so I can watch it split at several different axises. I don't know what I'd do without this rapping shit, I'd probably h...

Give you parrots the cold... shoulder, wanna copy my talent? The trapeze artist so skillfully concocting the balance... I mean it's awkward, at how the kids come at me when they thought they can challenge... A beast who slaughters so regularly, a crew mops up his palace...

Time to yell, rhymes expel the kind of heat... That Satan couldn't handle in the furnace room, while he tried to sleep... I mean, venomous rage when this pen's engaged... penetration... his head's aching from all the fucked up medication... They'd never face em... why the fuck would they? Battle in hell... a pressure gauge of talent that's shattering wells... From a different planet, n' I must say that Saturn's swell.. I've had it, the smell ...of defeat in the cavern dwells.. I got an ego that needs to be popped, repeatedly... rock... your drive, I'm never parked, so why the fuck would I be in a lot? His stream of talent? well, it seems like a-lot... A genius, thought to be the next incarnation of Einstein with every line rhymed... It's my time, don't get clocked out... Fucking naked... baring my soul, it's apparent, I swallow arrogance whole... Give you parrots the cold... shoulder, wanna copy my talent? The trapeze ...

Tell Ebenezer Scrooge, if he seen these jewels? He'd faint, to the floor. I'm not quaint, see the face of your lord. Still writing pages on forums, n' gracing this board. Watch the impact break through the floor And completely shatter your foundations support.

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