i'm bored... so just gonna key up some mad flavour...


I'm demonous... seemingly seamless
I'm dreamin up...
new ways to start beamin up...
extraterristrial kids
face it I bestin y'all with
mad movement and motion...
morose in depeche mode...
makin sure the most know that Mag is The Dopeness


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alright the intro is done... speculate if you will
bout to kick the ill one... introspective to spill
fillin pen's with my blood insane in my veins....
dripping when I start a flow that puts em to shame

kids say:

what's the sonic news?
magnificent abuse...
I induce views of calibrated clues....
kneel next to pews
pray to your saviour
savour the flavour with tablets of paper

confused knowledge craver?
I'll get simplistic less mystic and rhyme in block format
newspaper communion drops to the floor on the doormat
we want the hardcore back yet don't realize where it went
so theorize about lies until all you rhetoric is spent
I'll sit back dispense common sense about ghetto communes
and rock my spit on calm tunes sparking off the bomb truths...

like we're a diseased and unpleased mass
of upper, middle, lower trash class
sitting in the back of a row of a million desks...
and did you know that you weren't trying your best???
I did...
cuz sweltering cities are filled with cheap whores
who's asses are tapped more times than keyboards
then ask for please more oh baby oh please more!
I'm beggin for the S-T-D's transferred more than M-P-3s
focused on slim shady LPs chokin it down cuz Em said 'Wheeze"
Jeeeeeeezus Christ I'm tired of saying it twice...
here's my last advice...

If you don't fucking get this verse right
go blow your brains out in the middle of the night!


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