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to wake up the spirit... ancient spheres shake in hysterics... You can see time in space hibernates in the merits Finely placed in his lyrics You wonder, in your face you're embarrassed... but recognize the traits they inherit... Is like a foundation of a new found race giving birth to a generation of parents..!!!!




(Nigga, stop rapping) No, it'll not happen!
I rock rap, and post up... like the Block Captain...
this is capital one... you take 5 after
the action begun.. but can't throw up, money...
when your whole squad is lacking in funds...
I doze off on Zoloft... I go 9 to 5, with no job...
A post apocalyptic nightmare when I drop and rip shit...
So it's often business... every talking witness...
Get crunched, like awesome fitness out my fiber optic distance!
Yeah... squeezing to kill...
Seeing you ride your vehicle, I jump out and put 3 in your side...
Before you see me, good bye...
I am the meaning you've believed as a lie...
A social deviant, dine with the the genius mind to feed the design breathing, inside...
HANH... You can't call it, your damn ambulance
stalling, I wait... brain over brawn, you get drawn to the gate...
So you all can debate the skill... that's fine with me
It's time to flea now, the freestyle rap you see in the mean while...
Watching the green pile, Mr. Bean style... silence is golden...
rhymes exposing the signs of every single side that's chosen...
So once you think you picked the particular one that's correct...
you can come and reflect the outlook of the complete sonning you'll get...
Son, your defective approach is expected in coach, I'm first class
the directive of most effective denotes your talent and skill of balance, f'real...
Where's the challenger, still
holding up that mallet, his will to cock it back and slam on the grill
lacks the manner of the Gallagher feel...
Right, you're Ally McBeal... light... it isn't a fair fight...
The rare type of weird to strangle the air out of your Air Nike's...
You parasites don't compare, the comparison right here's
out of the question... got a towering aggression to overpower contestants...
I mean, my lines leave the impression on the mind...
It's seen by the kind of teams who've come out of their time machines
to witness the craft... I mean, just picture a cat
who kicks it with raps with a signature tact in composure
never missing a lap, so the closure
of ever being this ill only seems so surreal, because it's compelling...
He's buzzing, discovered the intelligent species, who've developed unique themes...
From prehistoric relics and beat schemes... metronomes...
acupuncture pressure zones through instrumentals honed, to make his presence known...
enveloped a whole new language you would never know
with a clever ode, and let it go mainstream, without the help of Rosetta Stone...
C'mon man this was long planned...
You were waiting to hear it... would only paint it generic
so they common folk could understand it
to wake up the spirit... ancient spheres shake in hysterics...
You can see time in space hibernates in the merits
Finely placed in his lyrics
You wonder, in your face you're embarrassed... but recognize
the traits they inherit...
Is like a foundation of a new found race giving birth to a generation of parents..!!!!
These are the things they didn't want me to say...
They wanted me to keep quiet and speak idle to keep this ignorance on wash and repeat cycle...
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