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[Verse 1:] My flow pattern, that of a classic, symphony A magical timepiece, with unseen symmetry Accurate still, after a quarter of a century Indelible spells cast by warlocks and wizardry Print at it, know that toe taggin instantly I illustrate, so you can see it all visually The beat save, next we expand the memory Travel the land spreading ma musical ministry Guard-like on plex I’m whippin ma short mic The rhyme is a reminder why I stay up all night Hitplay, next day, know that you top flight Not a bad way to spend half ma adult life Invested in myself when nobody else believed Now d whole world proud of what I achieved Things changed, now I’m lookin like d safest bet Just gettin started ain’t saying nothing yet [Chorus:] (You rap about violence too much) (Once again) (You want a fresh style, let me show you) [Verse 2:] Fat vegans body shamin you, niggas gotta improve yourself don’t blame me Extended victims tryna play me You can do anything in this world except when you’re angry Weaker than they that mourn an look sympathy Fall with grace not on your face Obsess less reinvent yo joylessness, death, of the heart an soul-unhappiness What are you a martyr? Meaning riots starter? Complacency of the companies, Facebook always listens Privacy is fantasy, we’re warlocks on d block, practising bitchcraft A little spit and polish an it’s as good as you Buy yo mean degree it’s royalty free The same people who claim to have no religious beliefs Are the same ones who fill my timelines wid comments about sports team [Chorus] [Verse 3:] Yow I sing a song, infinity gauntlet ringers on My conscience response to it by watching d consciousness, bring em on I gas em an blow up smoke in dem ass enough to build a bomb Even when it’s warm in d storm my tenders wants m&m been d creme de la creme Go tell a friend Remember me I’m hard to forget, respect d elephants I, God to Tom-Tom mack, to wise guys ipod crack No eyes on Lebron mon stat, I’m a maud Rashad John cat I’m come equipped wit d poisonous ink To prepare ma dallas pen for combat jack When cognac's crack that couldn’t understand the flow so fat An made a waterfall fall back Lacking definitions cats asking “What you call dat?” Tell em all dat, valor hat the sultan map of mauve raps With print math, money is made with print math Dis fast, kid be just laugh, it’s witchcraft [Chorus]
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