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right off the bat…irregular’s my first disclaimer…
second’s…what once was rap’s always changing…this
frame of
reckon’s the next basis for improvement…and that’s
about it…
unless stasis sn-tches movement to latch a crowded
skinner’s box, chop…chop…there’s ideas to have…
bigger shock…a lot stops…
must you be in a lab to feel part of advancement?
you real art love ain’t a chance in
any faith’s h-ll, they’re not tempered the same…
if you can’t tell the preaching is not why i came…
just throwing facts and figures out there…catch…
on give back…be bigger share…match
my mutually exclusive with your collectively
exhaustive…
truthfully stupid is more a perspective. we’ll
lost it in unison…unison…you’ve become
a work in process…a process…an odd test is
process…ahh yes…
show me a prehensil tail is not your style homie…
the mental well…has no dial,
pressure gauge, favorite spot physiologically…
say has anybody got exact change for comrodery…
you…could it be you…could it be you…you…could
it be…no,
then humble it is…every able axis grab an oar…go
fumble with
ideas since prenatal practice…i’ll step ash-r-…
just leave the maps, money, and chewing gum behind,
peace.
you’ll be back harmony is just that um…kind
of gross enduring a lonely open flame
enjoys less in the absence of fine company.
there’s always room for one more where the ceiling’s
drip well
put and walls crawl with forethought…have a seat…
on what looks to be…is it a floor…wrong,
it’s not just a beckoning light in a young blood’s
present
darkest future, but a culture…
for a darkest future we’ve bled culture…

acid vigor, human error and little white lies…
that’s what mcs are made of…

bluntly, our pain and slab nativity scene’s infested…
ugly’s got it by the h-rns, so lovely
gets molested molding hardship from tragedy
splendid way of thanks giving we’ve
perfected dastardly to watch our backs disgusting
practically
spared no expense at all in rapidly
rusting out our roots and groove potential
forelorned…
nothing surprises me anyhow…rude of me…shucks,
you people seem nice, just look at those smiles…
and that’s not the half of what it does for those
who thrive to its influence, nodding heads
as hard as hearts can stand.
pure prudence, lovers of lyric and construction
know this wonderland makes running a mill more
bareable…
i.e. hype releases make weeks.
poor one’s make laughts hysterical.
“music’s my life, man” is some lame -ss understatement
of a force,
no clever contraption of words could ever contract
or conserve into some digestible scr-p.
indespencable is rap’s ties to you and eye’s
wrack minds of the observant,
wash back and the lace air of cipher with
that comparable most wonderful thing on earth…
breeze of keen and opportunity…
astonished full of all but…daily tomfoolery’s
been proven clinically…
a best time to…hmmm…let’s see…train the
pallet…jel,
please faze your galant composure through
my altered statement of why any censor’s power’s
feeble…
we’ll handle ours if you do your evil…
angles a longshot impossible and p-sses off simple moms
of drones
protecting their happy homes
from back rows at church…truth hurts…
come on now…slide me a seat in the senate and see how
tolerance works…
i meant it’s awful easy to condemn and never been
attempted…
take unity for demonstration purposes…
so in the end, my extra-righteous tyraid services
only the colossal unjust of our juxtaposition…
and glorifies how deep blank runs…sickened…
that’s a aprapo…since we are what we overcome…
on a rock where fruits of labor are sold…
although i do believe it’s pr-nounced soul…

- themselves

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