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    word.play

    I guess this is my stab at ignition
    I'm just glad that the madness
    Has his intuition
    Sicc when I rip the linguistics
    I write till I have blurry vision
    I should have known
    That the road would be lonely
    When I chose the rhymes for my soulmate
    But I can't pass on my passion
    Although the rap gives me rapture
    I've fractured the the average
    So i can manufacture the siccest shit
    To hit this blip on the map
    Since cancer
    Just picture that
    I'm not much for chat
    Cause when I open my mouth
    all i can do rap
    My thought process
    Is hardwired to fire entirely in rhymes
    When most of the shit that gets played
    diarrhea

    Follow me up if you want
    Unless you don't want me to
    To eat you for lunch

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    stay with the wicked
    While spraying the siccest
    People say that I'm great
    Like a new Charles Dickens

    Ridiculous
    is what
    Hits your lips
    As you witness
    this kid
    Rip the shit

    I find the rhyme
    Inside of my mind
    But feel it deep in my fingertips
    This is that new Stephen Stinger shit

    This poisonous mist that these pricks spit
    Stinks like shit from a cess pit

    I flow like a river that glistens in the mid spring

    I got a big vein for these dames
    And a big brain for my pages
    You'd think Id been rhymeing for ages
    But this gift is something they gave me
    Cause I grew up with nothing but imagination
    So Im patiently waiting
    Till I can break..

    Out, no scout
    I was raised in a drought
    Don't pout
    Always proud
    Walk loud and talk louder
    The shit out now
    Is softer than powder
    Straight after a shower
    This is my verse and it comes in power
    I just wanna devour the beats
    Murder music
    There a few fuses


    Off, never soft
    All the talk
    I just scoff
    And then walk in a different direction
    I'm giving your innards
    A vivid vivisection

  3. #3
    I stay with the wicked
    While spraying the siccest
    People say that I'm great
    Like a new Charles Dickens

    Ridiculous
    is what
    Hits your lips
    As you witness
    this kid
    Rip the shit

    I find the rhyme
    Inside of my mind
    But feel it deep in my fingertips
    This is that new Stephen Stinger shit

    This poisonous mist that these pricks spit
    Stinks like shit from a cess pit

    I flow like a river that glistens in the mid spring

    I got a big vein for these dames
    And a big brain for my pages
    You'd think Id been rhymeing for ages
    But this gift is something they gave me
    Cause I grew up with nothing but imagination
    So Im patiently waiting
    Till I can break..

    Out, no scout
    I was raised in a drought
    Don't pout
    Always proud
    Walk loud and talk louder
    The shit out now
    Is softer than powder
    Straight after a shower
    This is my verse and it comes in power
    I just wanna devour the beats
    Murder music
    There a few fuses


    Off, never soft
    All the talk
    I just scoff
    And then walk in a different direction
    I'm giving your innards
    A vivid vivisection

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