yo,..
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i see pratice pays, looking at the raps i've made
about 156 wack cats n countin ive slayed
i keep shit clear`n stable throughout my scheme
snappin thoughts out like broken dreams
throwing jabs n hooks around this globe
n never botherin to collect on what im owed
ill keep keying cyphers n making cats think
cuz there aint no point bringing chains without a link
don't idolize no rappa, n maybe quote a poet after
but till then my lifes complex syllables with no laughter....

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i'll play on ya consience, ya contents is complete nonsense
speak of biting, then you fucks flip everyone of my damn concepts
what the fuck, was you high..?
did you think i wouldn't recognize lines that i made
then you come up some bullshit tryna prove that im gay...!
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fake fucks..move on...!