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persianplaya 408

yo yo i fallout str8 inta ya inferno//
cut ya throat let da lyrics bleed out internal//
thought ya had controll captian, well nigga im da kernal//
pull ova dis ship ya travelin at a velocity ya cant controll//
falsified by action to intense for ya young soul//

15 to young ta hop inta the ring wit a stature like tyson//
slam up against da wall like a canary frontin, me da byson//
da holy trinity is askin fo ya scriptures//
lit gets dimmer in da midst: no need ta change da fixtures//
its da end of da line fo u an ya game//
only nigga dat began dis be da one to blame//

f's like u come an go, one level below a g//
thought it was simply a matter of typin, well nigga ya gotta lotta learnin ya c//
keys, only a matter of symbols traveling at a velocity in which u strike//
problem be, the levels i hit u couldnt reach in a lifetime hike//
bars rappidly firing at u miles per minutes an kilometers per seconds//
hope u learned throughout dis flo dat at da end there be no lesson//