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[Aesop
up, wake up
Ayo P, it's time to wake these kids up

P]
Word up Rock, they'd better take their fingers off
pause and hit

[Aesop
Is you fat or lab rats?
Trails to my steppin got em flashbacks
I played a of minesweeper, plunking sneakers in my sunken city
Defunct, and apparently famine, I'm a
Volatile strobe while blind spot swallows the globe
Sing to the and think back
I was a boy I employed styles exhausted
By lost child at present
Normally I pillars of normalcy
You're invited to accompany me
In rotation of the tables to label the
As I choose, to evolve with the cold
Rapidly dissolved my involvement in a solvent of soul and roll
Brain trip the Beta weights trap for the
Like livestock infected anthrax
On my call a pack or clan snaps, collapsed was the mandatory
On the fluids ???? and days
Desire on the opposite circuit and days
Is glorious hazes of gray through my array of operation
Slave to box revalations
And wrapped in a practice with my colleagues and slackers
20,000 league nappers and the swelling
Once the mortar hit the pestal your whole fell to pieces
And I laughed, I laughed for me and my Starving art
I laughed tangibly, your failures ampin me to fresh
My mic stabs flags and drag trembling
Devil skin-wearers through the terrors of
Once the day turns night, suck the woody like termites
And wonder how they got dick-hungry damsels in distress
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P]
I'm not average man bragging, toe or hand tagging
50 bagging, pants sagging, trigger nigga on the bandwagon
Huh, I know this named Rickey his girl Nikki want to get with me
Says "Stick me a quickie, lick me and leave a hickie"
I stick of tricking bread in this chickenheads
One look and I ain't shit in bed, she must be licking lead
You'd better let your recognize the Rhyme Inspector hides
And never sweat lies about me haters check your eyes
One verse, lung burst, as I first
Guns, slums, hearse stun Perce, where I'm from's worse (sucker)
My new cuts are hot, chewed up a lot
Then flew up the to a cipher, blew up the spot
of rhymes, ain't a match for mines, tracks and shine
Leave you back in in a ?beeler? still ain't at my prime
I'm a stab face in, trial and shit is wild
I turn the dial, niggas my style
I should file for