I come to drop shit, like I'm clueless...
mind divided like a disunited east and west
dis phoenix rises out of ashes still donning a vest
I sing songs of freedom to ease out the stress

"Fuck capitalism" is cliched... like callin collect
must I expect to gain paper showing dutty babylon respect?
crackin this colourful mystery caper has disillusioned the best
what sets ME apart...what's da key to success.

Dreads on top ball heads like clothes on top a body,
tryin to conform... but my attempts are shoddy,
walk naked and be natural and everything irie,
die as a pauper... as a fuckin NO-body,

My mind's split in pieces like bars in a song,
fuck up one part and da mother ship goes down,
a parently frown does not make a choice wrong,
heroes unsung don't need a clap to be strong.

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dat fly keep dat sit bangin boi got rhymes

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ooooweeeeh

deccent work on better rhyme scheme and you'd be tight

dats true....my rhyme scheme is kinda jacked

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