On The Race To Stardom...Im Starting To Barf And Starve Some...
My Artform costs Stimata Marks and Another Christ Born...
Reflecting the Time of Past...I Pass Mines Beyond Marks...
At Last My Aim Shoots with Crosshairs That Crucify Narcs...
The Jig Is Up...Shucks Even The Wop Went Out Of Style...
In Disgust Im Fuckin Nuts Like Mr. Planters Was A Pedophile...
Fuck The Puns..Horus Sons All within This Father Time...
I've Raped Mother Nature and Produced the Roots of Mankind...
Who Think Im Washed Up...Hell, My Clothes Still Runnin Filthy...
At Nite You Dont See Stars Just Light From my Grill Piece...
Hell Im Laughin...Sporatic Action When It comes To Rappin...
Horus A savage...My Adlibs Can turn kids to a average Cabbage...
I See Andromeda while You Still Lookin At The Stars...
Wonderin If Life On Mars...The Planet Or Even The Candy Bars...
Im Carving The Meaning Of Art In Different Languages To Start...
Within my Anguish I Got The Type Of Flow That Floated Noahs Ark...

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