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

Rock]
I've been a biplane dog fighter Henson
Trooper burst result of Dragon Z/Speed Racer gene splicing
Mach force, blind the extorted style from the common
Destiny sighting, important as split the prints
God shit the planet screaming "What on is that?"
I sit back five
Only to the overcooked specimen
Fending tragic fatality successful dodging
All hail Mary and dollies!
I flow ridiculous, to now
Who holds the golden ticket?
Saw the wicked war phantom mansion the pickets
The next door to when the stickball clears the fence
Y'all hesitate to it!
I was walking through a tilt built landscape
Terradactle circling
I bite the bullet in a wingspan
and rust the oxygen gulps
And the metal directly back up the barrel
We icegrill the (right)
The common decency a lowball estimate of zero
My testament is striking b-boy
Dancing past the foggy
With wipes clean the billy beard, camoflague the spirit
I'm at six degrees of sexy
Yeah never swam up summerjam classic
the bed backwards bastard
Scaverning the carnival grounds for an
WHO THE IS AES ROCK?
I'm not a name to keep at length
to little lattice quilt makeshift
Sick security mechanism, check your
I am not a vision, check your
Just a simple sourpatch
No it not help you shove your Lincoln

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I settle
I peddle in the mud
I alone, I condone rebel zone
I alone stand in a social
All up to your dome, follow I

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

[Aesop
Well he was maverick enough but scraped up
Taki 183 innovation for the
foot ironlung honor
Escape the night like a disgruntled teen Krylon bomber
Without a care inside from the roster
Mal-adjusted blank faced civilian feelings
Reeling in several separate defunct modules
nervous twitch mark the most delectable ingredient
See Aesop starving troops in cell blocks 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 you hide them
Feel the look penetrate brain castle
Blasting clear out the back of batches sour wind collection
(FLASH FLOODER!)
You're a wind-up toy
A goddamn four string trading card
The reason they decorate the of closing credits
To boost on-looker amusement after fading
Catch more Z's than Rip Van 12 Step Narcolepsy Seminar
The action, we all compete the masked
The commonfolk, I em all
Challenge thirty
I alone talent while they fidget
If the ain't gon' be televised
Then fuck, I'll miss it

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