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AL The Rune King

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I think we all got secrets
So peep this, beneath this I move with discreteness and deepness
I hate the whole feeling of a weakness with incompleteness
There's no sweetness to this uniqueness,
There's no concreteness, only bleakness
I got some things locked in that'll make your whole block spin
Once I dropped in this booth I started conquering
Now their all acknowledging, and some might be demolishing
So I'm out here polishing
I gotta move astonishing
I gotta stop frolicking, I'm on a mission
To have my bars be your nutrition, no cons to my composition
Used repetition so that can have the best revision and intuition
There's imprecision in my definition
But you should know that I can care less, word to my bare chest
My stare has awareness of where unfairness displays pest into a squareness
Prepare your best and your next for my preparedness
My mother cries at night, I'm on this ride to fight
Abiding by my might and guiding my whole sight
The right path lies in these hallways
I still always see crossways where you can toss your whole blaze
I've come a long ways, walking on these walkways to wisdom
I do this for the schools and the system
And for the victims, suffering from symptoms and restrictions
Addiction will lie in our descriptions but on the low
We got things locked in
Me and my fam, we gotta stay locked in
Yeah, you know we got things locked in
Me and my fam we gotta stay locked in
Yeah, you know we got things locked in
Me and my fam we gotta stay locked in
Yeah, you know we gotta stay locked in
So much vengeance, I see it in my mothers eyes
I can't pretend that these other lies fool me
I listen in school for me, this pen is a tool for me
I can't pretend Fiascos are cool to me, there's so much tobacco they all lasso
The hassle is so cruel to me
Door Frames are portals for my students to come through
And run a view of fakery, I'm baking this bravery in unsavory ways
Slavery days, they tried to control us, and thus I patrol cuts
I've never been the same since my sophomore year
I started with a soft score, now I waft through a 8 with great stature
A late impactor
I see thrasher thrash with bad mouths
Lunch boxes on the side of their hips
Were hiding tricks in our lockers in proper fashion
But the clockers, they wake us up still
My skills feel attached to the rathe
That they bathed us in, in these hollow hallways
We got things locked in
Me and my fam, we gotta stay locked in
Yeah, you know we got things locked in
Me and my fam we gotta stay locked in
Yeah, you know we got things locked in
Me and my fam we gotta stay locked in
Yeah, you know we gotta stay locked in

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