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I never had real friends now
I never had to steal endz, that's foul
I walk the streets with the baseball bat feelin'
But I try not to fights that's immature

Actions that come back to
I work hard to get the that I want, and never flaunt
Never post where the most post high
I keep my focus the ground, and pound
Any brother who's my ace to my

Even if snakes on the unda', I try not to
my brain wit' mental anguish
Strange, it's eerie, clearly just a whim
I adjust the
with the dealers and the squealers and the jockeys
I can take the fizz out the copy

Imprints are made in the sand as I
Dim hints rather grand as I talk
individuals seem larger
When they charge of their antics
them gigantic

So you never their neck bein' strained
So many situated thoughts in the
Heavy weight gain, so I weight
to me the weight gain is a great gain

And I hate individuals
Close they nose to new
I got the salts that are prone ta'
Clear the nasal,

You'll probably make a to a new level
And see the devil
Any color ya wish because the takes any shape
Any form, any

Ride over your dish like a
I think the sick shit, I had my wrist
Like a suicide, but I and you can too
to live a full life free of anxieties
While at it try to keep an eye on me

The man with meditation skills wastin'
Lyrical liquid, streams wit' dreams
And I cream whoever seems wicked
Oral floral is strange since

You have the comprehension
I stop and lynch them
I'm not the one gun totin'
'Cause I contain within my these computations
as potent

The mental torturer, of
You will me
Mr. Twister places pictures
Mental of photography

Shitty little never get their clitties done
But I don't think they'll
Mr. Twister when I flex my verbal
Exit anorexic
I cater to the imbecile, so you can bet this
Is a brain buster, pain thruster, twister

Overwhelming pressure the temples
When I the microphone, I might condone
The usage of if it is convenient
I and lean it
Like a lever when I leave ya

By my enuciated
I survived the and the either
Now let me a breather
From my own little world, little girls, boys
Stay free of hurries, free of

riddle poised for posterity
Where are we, goin' here
As a ho, and I don't
And that's the fear
When I'm flippin' into
Now I'm askin' can I this?

D E L, y'all
From Hieroglyphics
peace