A Keystyle Check It
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My words tear ego's like wind down a tunnel,
As i walk on the low a paper shredder i mumble,
See a dead seagull contomplate my words stumble,
Was killed by my skill when it felt the earth rumble,
Waters open and spread to the side ego's crumble,
Oponnents bow after a tragic loss and a tumble,
Cause if they not ready i take em out when i rumble,
They cant see the size of my skill im Briant Gumble,
Well good mourning america i got the news for the day,
And in no way does it have to do with The Q. being gay,
The news is a pretty big newsince,
Every time i rap people see illusions,
So who knew you took hallucinogens,
Right before you went on a coaster again and again,
The mental images are fragrent in mind,
So with that being said i must leave this peice behind.
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thanks for reading.....peayce

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