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him and his current girlfriend are trying for children
Separated my art from money walked back from her taking in her slim body
Harmonious relationships

complex than the eye, of Agamotto
A Master of Mystic Arts, the mystics of my heart
Is Alchemy in the spark, of a dying stars, I halt comets
Tectonic

With no roof on that bitch
I let it flip in the trunk
Like it's gymnastics, I know magic
Caught with the bastards, early gymnastics
I never had a master

hearts
And traumatic memories
Is this a work of art
Or a fucking tragedy

Is this a stupid poem 
Or a fucking master piece

I don't know I don't know
I

wanna stick to my roots
Found out that niggas ain't a minority group
We're spreading like troops, teaching the youth
We're masters in art, Google Chaka

suits me
It's hard to evoke the spirit 
It's hard to recite the Druid Scrolls

When I don't believe in more
But I live for more

The master of conspiracy

get it twisted
My teachers wanted me to get my masters
I'm teaching myself how to mix and master
I'm talking with legends, I spit with masters
I'm a god

The liberal arts cliché about
Teaching you how to think
Is actually shorthand for a much deeper
More serious idea learning how to think
Really means learning

it's place
• He's teaching me patience........He's changing my heart
• He's a master craftsmen........creating fine art

Chorus:

• If you want to break

teaching up in temple at the age of twelve
And they all marveled at His wisdom, he engaged em well
We don’t know much about His childhood, but child’s good

understand 
How to be stubborn as fuck
And maintain the upper hand 
The puppet masters uncomfortable 
Cause they can't fuck with bro
Ain't in ya pockets 
Don't

I'm enchanted by love
The female spirit is enhancing my lust
I felt the curves of her calves and thighs
The art of seduction
The spark in her eyes

not a rapper, go ahead and check my taxes
I got a masters in cutting
I'm teaching classes
I do this for my mother's hair
Now it relaxes building closets

Cingularity Point

Canibus

C of Tranquility

2010

the mirror, I see a stereoisomer image,
I know it's cryptic, but you like what I'm spitting,
M-M-M-M-Master in the art of rhyming, yield so many surprises,

we're teaching them numbers like teacher's
Doing a deal then we're eating
Like who's really real on a beef thing
Do a drill in the evening
Move with

stretching my body
My core is ripping up openly
My skin is shedding of publicly

Just like
Your teachings have me master my sincerest beliefs
Just like
I've

tracks and lines
I mix and master mine, so before I draw it, get back in line (Haha!)
Try to block my shine, but I make 'em look like a bad curtain ([?])

some cash money of selling yo art
So you conform to white man that tears you apart
Now you looking for your masters it was his from the start

God damn

sell drugs but they call me hustler
Did for the love of the art now check the numbers
Now the city expect me to drop every summer
Remember how we came in

a bruise.  
 
Who’d have known a disaster was brewing?
I’m teaching school 
While trying to make me a master of arts, 
& my compositions start getting some

Ima get the big bankroll
Won’t lose focus, gotta stay in control
Ima get the big bankroll
Even when circumstances look bad
Big bankroll got my back

Instead of Bug-eyed no nosed Bratz Dolls

My bad y'all

This poem was on my heart

It wasn't dyed and plasticized

It's raw material in verse as an art

c

to the social norm 
I be mastering my art 
Without Rosetta Stone 
From dawn to dust 
I am in a Smoov Zone
Partner I'm informing you 
Please hold the phone
My

Mi tell mi madda Nuh worry
Mi tell mi madda Nuh worry

Mi tell mi madda Nuh worry she say dat neva in it
She neva think it, for a second Much less