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Let me freak the
Obsolete is the punk that talk more than Sanford sells
I jet propel at a that complice their mental state
As I invade their

They fade with a clipper blade
10 in the trade is not enough, you can't cut it
I let you take a swing, and you
For an easy out, I leave with doubt

Of exceeding, my name is Bottie Brown and I'm proceeding,
They try to follow but they're shallow and
I can see right them like an empty 40 bottle, of O.E.
They have no key, or no

To the game at all, now washed up
out to dry
Standing stupid, wondering why
(Why man?)

It was the fame, that tried to get
Now they walking talking about represent
And keep it real, but I got to
'Cause they existing in a when holding the steel

Rock a bye
Listen to my heart pumping to a ravine
Of all things it's a of a shrine
All missions impossible are

'Cause I'm heading for a new sector 365 from now
I'll wipe the from my brow
And each and true will stick, or fall from the sky of my cloud nine
From all the way to chics, no matter how fine

Controlling is a swollen way to a proud mind
You hold it in your hands and a man start crying
Tear after tear in the puppet man's
time you take a stance you do the puppet man's dance

And the worlds at a
Deep in broken Mansville, in the moat with an anvil
Still killing yourself, and ya health
You ain't amphibious, so a hold of yourself