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i know, i disappeared and up in paris making chairs with a beard
and those that love me probably that it was weird
the haters was happy, they thought my destiny was cleared
and any artist that you have veered
especially they hated the image that they mirrored
i got a text that "p, please get up"
some light shining brightly my shit up
the penthouses, the homes, the cars, the
the stones, the admirers, mini-me's and
selling you n-ggas that are boxes full of foam
in and out of dimensions i through walls
just you can't put me in a box, thats all
no davinci and twilight stubs
don't take this wrong, but i'll let you taste the

so fitting, the sound in my system, makes me want to squish
kong foot, the beast has awakened
the pro tools taping, my blatant
you i was coming, choiceless, you waiting
now i up and ask why you've been for satan
i shall for splendid covers
that alone makes me other, plus the of the jedi
i study how the brooklyn works
thats word to big and his eye
i rise to the top the sun
i rise to the like a gun
i fire, drop ya body then it's
they like, happened, we trapped him
hatred is obliverated i imagine
at you drowning in ya lungs, gasping
blood on the dancefloor, he, he michael
bitches should stay home do so much cummin'
y'all should stand backwards you do so much
this sun block we got too much sunning
now lets examine you thinking, running
run too hard, you tear ya meniscus
and if you try to run up you get ya wig split
and campaign that we runnning is viscious
i hate to eat and run but this was