all things move in my direction
eventually reachin my perfection
what I say is unprecidented
note my created theories
and legacies
journey to death to inquire the question
triumphantly
die and reluctantly come back with the rest of black technology
even at my pennicle I'm still acending to intellegence
leave the world weak in a low abunance of MindKontrol

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Ya shit is no competition like 'trucker hats' against some 'fitteds'
nigga I'll fade u away like J's on the ballin court in a 'arcura' wit 'tinteds' -mindkontrol

none yall niggas wanna see me...