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woops wrong again: last time.
The Setting
^^^Must Read: Then follow up with...
...Phantom:
A member of youth. Your wasting time here, go rake the leaves.
Goblin n ghost stories dont cut it, come back when your not make believe.
Your still underground. When you open your mouth, no bodies hearing a sound.
Nineteen posts per day, how can a ghost be three fourths of the lyricist lounge?
Not dope or respected. Read your title, your nothing but a guest.
Your not a scary figure. Merely Obsine, Like tounge between Mary's beloved breast.
How can you represent such stupidity, best shot would be to bite my words.
Recite like birds. My advise: dont ever quit, youll just retire an herb.
Ai is far from such talent, and even farther from wise.
Id inquire more landed punches, even if each member started with five.
Its inevitbale, you cant prevail. Like fighting the one. (the matrix)
Mantains his topical division, cause in audio...hed end up biting his tounge.
A transperant being... can only decend in the air.
Well you wont escape fair... when the law of gravity applies everywhere.
No depth to ya, your rhymes are like fat folks in the shallow.
Just raising the limits, well heights only worse when your broke in the gallows.
He asked for some votes, n even his dick riders granted him none.
Keep thinking your prime, until the only thing left of phantoms a crumb.
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quote your own damn lyrics...
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