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free-key stlye (oral thoughts)
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i guessed im made for canible's, i posses seducing flesh// they wanna eat my brain and veins, cuz i keep my style fresh// open up your mind help form this envisage, but dont envy rage// i write rymes on an endless page, u cant hang when i really engage// formulating thoughts with such potent potions, my words mixed with emotions// mutating these plots into great commotions, bein social-path holds my devotion// these skills are planted on farms to be harvested, and sold for prophit// grown while consuming knowledge enlightend greatly, next hip-hop prophet// cant top it even if you got a ladder jump off on top, cuz you posses no hip-hop// my rymes are each drip-drop of rain you actually sit back and listen too// the concept of this context is deep and that symbol you might be missen fool// |
It was an "aight" peace. Lacked the multi's and STRONG punchlines.
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hmm its alright, but i feel like ya tryna be someone here :s cant figure out who
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