im droppin my writtens............
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these are my emergency rhymes I keep top secret
cause of my hot speeches, that I keep just to stop leaches
to prevent thought thieves and, pathetic drop stealers
and I'll stop and unleash em, every so often to teach em
when I blow their novels to pieces, by just droppin a thesis
you see imma talking machine gun, with toggling features
that slobbers and leaks shit, off the top when I’m speaking
my jaws is secreting, shit that's spreading across of this region
mo common people and those who are be flocking to see this
imma improbable genius, except this guy has a cause
and that is to fucking sabotage, your not so average drops
and if ur laughing lots, then I plan to rob, your family stock
while dressed in camouflage, like I’m fighting in the amazon
cats applaud, they see my raps is raw, cuz Daz's unflawed
with just one random thought, that can make the planet stop
words of granite rock, hit my teeth and blow the enamel off
pounding my teeth at a thousand degrees goddamn I’m hot
trials and tribulation,it seems the world has found its mason
cause just one brick is laid by every confounded statement
i've come around to face it, we've all cheated and lied in places
and tripped over our feet after our miscues tied our laces
no matter how loose i tried to make it, they're growing tighter
nobody stands up for themself only the air force is showing fighters
berlin's students are growing brighter, as if born in college
but even they would be nothing if they are torn from knowledge
left with just their imagination, they'd be trapped & vacant
and feel the pain as they struggled to last this statement
i've traveled past the basement, and felt the pits of hell
this achieved by going deep within myself, I had shit to tell
about where I came from...or what my name mean
im not the greatest and my past cant hide behind a statement
not aligned to face it, i attempt genuity like a southern verseman
but every lent...i have to promise to be another person
under my covers cursing, nothing really just life's emotions
I despise sadness as i ward it off and fight devotion
its like a potion, im forced to drink and its there to haunt me
i find i need the wash again....when i try to air my laundry
it barely taunts me, success....out of reach with my preparation
i'll grit my teeth and stretch my arms to the point of separation
the joints in desperation, a little closer, i feel the focus waning
i fucked up. my life was a work of art but i broke the painting
a bunch of hopeless waiting, dopeness fading, pervading the setting
every let down stings, like a wound awaiting its dressing......

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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...!