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Wonder what kind of explanation I'll make up this time
because the situations escelating right in my mind,
I can't deny anylonger that I'm living in a lie,
while the feelings in my heart is getting stronger as more time passes by,
a flood of tears falling free from my eyes,
running out of excuses and places to hide
my bad concious,
caused of doing nothing at all,
for the moment my existence to me seems pointless.
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Impossible, undroppable analyze my flow its inpeckable,
my style is unstopable and my diamonds just cant be compared with yours,
cause mine aint invisible,
so dont try me cause I wont choke like B-rabbit,
and I got this bad habbit droppin wack mc's like criminals get busted by inspector Gadget.
I mix my style using new trix to fix you,
everytime I rhyme spittin the truth revealing the lies lying in your eyes.
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There aint nothing better then
good sex like when you know for sure that you gonna get that
dirty sex,
shit Im shivering by the feeling that Im getting when Im thinking of
hood sex,
no stress relaxed
smooth sex,
passionated kisses from the head to the toes softness
hot sex pulling the hair hard having
rough sex,
damn screaming n cursing out loud bondage sick shit leather wip
druged sex
get fucked up of the x
buddysex,
a no concious act a consequense of holding back the bad bitch inside of you instead of admit that its a fact that you need it to.
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Im cursing the society with another verse that suits my own reality,
what else can I do besides change my mentality and take a big step away from my integrity my personality,
the gravity defines that we are heavily bound to the ground designed to walk around in circles for eternity,
untill we reach that level of insanity thinking that the humanity is the enemy,
that makes us go wild with a gun running around click clack boom 1,2-3 people down my feets are leaving the ground hearing the piercing sound of sad souls screaming,
pinching my hip just to check if Im dreaming.
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A lill somthin somthin, somthin somthin...
Hocus Pocus I write some shit with Focus/
All the girls screaming "poke us"/
Screaming back "If i got time"/
You, you, 1, 2... 9/ at the same time/
Pop a pill and start flyin/
If I say I'm in to red, all the girls start dyin/
Bitch stop tryin/
I pick what i want/
So I stick whatever I'm on/
I Don't put it on/
Natural born/
Killa/ There ain't no one iller/
Guess it ain't no one realer/
No one other to feel, hu?
Some latenight poetry/
For you to see/
What i told you for free/
So take what you want and get what you need/
Let it soak in/
Might charge you later...
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