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"We now to you...music" *cut up*
"Music to you stutter"

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I've a biplane dog fighter Henson invention
Trooper burst result of Ball Z/Speed Racer gene splicing
Mach force, the extorted style from the common dirty
Destiny dream sighting, as split the prints
God shit the planet "What on Earth is that?"
I sit back dimensions
Only to muscle the specimen
tragic fatality successful dodging violets
All Mary and hello dollies!
I ridiculous, indigenous to now
Who holds the fifth ticket?
Saw the wicked war mansion beyond the pickets
The house next door to when the stickball the fence
Y'all to fetch it!
I was walking a pinball tilt built landscape
circling turtle
I bite the bullet in a shadow
and rust the oxygen gulps
And the metal directly back up the barrel
We the silhouettes (right)
The common decency factors a lowball of zero
My is striking b-boy stances
past the foggy mirror
With wipes clean the billy goat beard, the spirit
I'm at six degrees of sexy
Yeah never up inside summerjam classic
Under the bed backwards
Scaverning the carnival for an outlet
WHO THE FUCK IS AES
I'm not a name to at arms length
Adjacent to little lattice makeshift
Sick security mechanism, check mission
I am not a vision, your mission
a simple sourpatch delinquent
No it will not help you shove your

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I settle
I alone in the mud
I alone, I condone zone planting
I alone in a social coma
All up to your dome, follow I

"Now you see me, now you don't" [Method

[Aesop
he was maverick enough but still scraped up
Taki 183 for the kids
Brick foot ironlung
Escape the night like a disgruntled teen Krylon bomber
a care inside from posting the roster
Mal-adjusted blank faced civilian dispersed
Reeling in several separate defunct fame-booster
This nervous twitch mark the most ingredient
See Aesop troops in cell blocks with strap-on feeding bins
(More like) Like I'd auction off a fuck for that blind you ride in
I'd rather find the floors and watch you hide
Feel the haggered penetrate brain castle
Blasting clear out the back of this sour wind collection
(FLASH FLOODER!)
You're a wind-up toy
A four string criminal trading card
The reason they decorate the of closing credits
To boost on-looker amusement after fading
Catch more Z's than Rip Van Winkle's 12 Step Seminar
The action, we all compete the illusion
The commonfolk, I em all
Challenge balance
I alone pour talent while they
If the revolution ain't gon' be
fuck, I'll probably miss it

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