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

Actions that back to haunt
I hard to get the things that I want, and never flaunt
Never post where the most guys post
I keep my focus towards the ground, and
Any brother who's my ace to my

Even if on the unda', I try not to wonda'
Trainin' my brain wit' mental
Strange, it's rather eerie, clearly just a
I the hymn
Deal with the dealers and the and the jockeys
I can take the out the carbonated copy

Imprints are made in the as I walk
Dim hints reveal rather as I talk
Small seem larger
When they take of their antics
Makin' gigantic

So you never suspect their neck bein'
So situated thoughts in the brain
Heavy gain, so I weight train
'Cause to me the gain is a great gain

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

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

over your dish like a picnic
I think the shit, I had my wrist slit
Like a suicide, but I and you can too
Plan to live a life free of anxieties
While you're at it try to an eye on me

The man meditation skills wastin' spills
Lyrical liquid, streams wit' dreams
And I will cream whoever seems
floral arrangements is strange since

You don't the comprehension
I will stop and them
I'm not the one gun totin'
'Cause I contain my brain these computations
Just as

The torturer, of course
You acknowledge me
'Cause Mr. places pictures
fixtures of photography

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

Overwhelming between the temples
When I the microphone, I might condone
The usage of abuse if it is
I and lean it
Like a lever I leave ya mutilated

By my cleaver
I the ither and the either
Now let me a breather
my own little world, little girls, little boys
Stay free of hurries, of worries

That's riddle for posterity
Where are we, from here
As a ho, and I know
And that's the fear
When I'm flippin' into
Now I'm askin' can I this?

It's D E L,
From Hieroglyphics
peace