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A hustler divine like Buster Rhymes twist rap
Make predictions about mishaps and affliction perhaps
Tell cats in advance if they’re gonna find a swell romance
Or not give them a chance to plot not fall in love first glance
Read palms and proceed with calm like Latoya Jackson
A romantic attraction twister like Janet Jackson sister just satisfaction
On the street extreme with a deep scheme tired so at night
I sleep and dream about being king, seeing things so bright
Thoughts and emotion caught out on an ocean like a boat
Afloat with no hope drifting by whales wind uplifting my sails smoke
Becomes fog, its stinking to panic I just jumped off a sinking titanic
Iceberg is not a nice word anymore, plenty soar in oceans like the Atlantic