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Ooooooooo ...oohhhhhhhh out a watch out a watch out
I stop how come? It's no breaks in what?
This hip-hop say what? No low stakes high!
I won't but flip cakes and breaks to rip shop and why not?
Well go I'm 'bout to that's right no doubt dude
That's tight why you
I just might replay some true
That type stuff you fool with
I'll call a bluff I knew it
I'm like psychic when it blew thru the winds
My whispers answers the questions
Get twisted, I choose the path taken
Less walked on, forsaken, betcha beat
Breads we be bakin' but it dough though
So we kneed so slow no move fakin'
This Bicasso the next
Penetrated thru the outer crust in a shed
Let go of the baggage on my shoulders, now I feel
My switched, I'm in the hills now
But not quite how I it,
This ain't my roost I got that hot handed
I'm bout to em, I'm bout to shake em,
Collect them
me that ten that I'm takin', I'm
Makin' you wanna look, study the of fresh shit
I'm blessed with a gift that uplifts and shifts what you
What I think sometimes missed
So this opinion tight,
My third eye in flight for eye sight
I live longer and I might breath deeper
So that I be stronger
be a believer and a singer of these songs

Where can we be headed, without in my system
I'd over unbalanced,
It's a of me and my talents
Help to ventilate, lung featherweight,
Your audacity to me by my cover
A unlike no other.
Would your brother your father
If he left the tree?
Probably, simply,
Put his foot to the earth.
from the soot
And put more effort the first
to get some, get right,
Get closer to the meaning of
Without it twice
I must ten repeated offenders up in this blender
A melting pot of letters all marked to sender
Embark like a gypsy
To market the rhymes I original,

If ever in a spot where
You feel like never escape
a rock and a hard place,
Where the got the ace
Don't face.
I'm one to
I've been the one to walk and the other cheek
And might call that weak
But there's a and a place
And two aces for one man
Don't up on the first, try,
Be the first guy to a stand
Landing feet is a lesson in its own hand
In this land I'm a man who's a fan of levels
And I'm the central nervous system
With shocking
wandering light, reflected in prisms
Keep the colors inside the database
I a fatter face to fit the mad hatter bass
That we pack a weapon with a crack,
we steppin' out the arena
Gladiator up his belt for the title
If you felt your than test the flexibility
Who's next to comfortably,
hands burn and turn to dust,
When you learn to the music comes naturally