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Father them consciously honestly I am the prophecy
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Countering progress are columns of comments of
Wanting me to cop a plea shit. . . ain't no stopping me when
Promising progress I got it, acknowledge the college's hottest
And lava lipped ominous prophet of prominence, i'm a just
Box all the comp with just verses and common sense comma then
Follow my conscience until my death or til i'm out of breath
Out of line out of step out of mind out of sweat out of rhymes
Never that bottom line's I'm divine in my prime getting back
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Retract or attach to the sack of the cat that is just flapping his
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Automatic, spit gassing them, after that
Run their minds dumb and blind come alive from the rhymes
Spoke. . . what if I choke. . never
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Measure with sentences present and peppered with cleverness
Bet on the member of wetting with letters with
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And whether or not the session i'm left in is hot
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Hop scotch the rhythm and shot clock
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And ending the bed-a-lam when they come testing the hefty one sings
Forget all them bums, i'm second to none, the second I bust
Impressing the sum, from desk to the slums
Top to the bottom, yes I got em, i'm a problem
That many have attempted, tried to figure out and solve it
Solutions draw conclusions that are absent from the solvent
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