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MoKoN

Mokon is a division of Protective Industries, Inc. from Buffalo, New York, United States. It is also the brand name of the circulating liquid temperature control systems delivering fluid temperatures from −20 to 700 °F (−29 to 371 °C) that are designed and manufactured by this division. Created from the need for "mold control", the company's corporate engineers responsible for the manufacture of a line of proprietary plastic closures used worldwide (Caplugs), originally developed a temperature control system to meet their own exacting need for a compact, safe, and efficient means of maintaining close control over their fast-cycle injection molding machines. In 1955, the corporation opened a new division of the company, MOKON, to further design, manufacture, a… more »

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Bringin' back the past like a track skipped
Rewrind, run it back and then imagine
Stay calm, but I dug my own casket
Now my flow seem COVID-contagiously spit
Think I'm comedic, but this ain't no bit
Reviving a version I tried to forget
New me was too busy ridin' the fence
On what sounded good and what made any sense
F*ck that, became my demise
Put too much thought into all of my lines
Came down with writers block, basically blind
Songs began sufferin', shorter than vine
Now is the time for reviving the old
MoKoN  with no hold, let the story be told
Persona buried and left in the cold
No longer forgotten, he's back in the fold
These days seem easy for these rappers
Claimin' hick-hop
Gain a massive followin' through vine
Without a track dropped
Tick-tock, forget the clock
No time frame, livin' out our thoughts
Here in the sticks, it is common sense
If you livin' that life, best not to talk
First up, on the agenda
For me to devour, these cowards
that empower selfishly, constantly shower
Their fans with encounters they never been found in
News flash, moonshiner smokin
Loud gas, blue flame burner
Copper coil drippin' clear cash
You think I'm aimin' for you
Then you better believe that it's probably true
Artists these days like to beef with each other
And REP where they from while involving their crew

Now that was last year's shit
And what you're about to hear
Is what I just wrote
Come on

That was the redo but written last year
Next I will be spittin' somethin' fresh for ears
Makin' it clear I'm the one who they fear
When I come a-knockin', you best get in gear
Year after year, steady honin' my skills
The game I've killed already roamin' until
Back to the future, confusin' the field
Cause back in the day, my music was revealed
NAPSTER
Spilled INK, drippin' wet
From all my poetry
Still think I'm not a threat
Then y'all don't know me
Your favorite rapper comin' up
Bet that bitch knows me
Fact of the matter, before they blew
I was one of the only
Underground rapper comin' after
Marshall Mathers in the booth before Jelly Roll Blew
Comin' from ASTOR, where drywall N plaster
Is powdery, packaged for personal use
Of course you're confused like a fork in some soup
What the f*ck would you do if you stepped in my shoes
The life that I've lived most likely isn't for you
So watch where you tread while I'm seekin' the truth

First up on the agenda
For me to devour these cowards
That empower, selfishly, constantly shower
Their fans in encounters they've never been found in
Newsflash, moonshiner
Smokin' loud gas
Blue flame burner, copper coil
Drippin' clear cash

I'm clearly a menace, punchline bring a dentist
Entire existence devoted musician
Divine intervention, it's like an addiction
With metronomes tickin' while on the mic spittin
From end to beginning, envisioning winning
An L is a silly thing, covering feelings
Unusual, actual cruelty, foolin' me? NOT!
Rap God!

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