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through the night, in the pulse of the city
Synthwave love, it feels so gritty

Pixel skies, digital highs, as the city breathes
On the grid, where

this story through kind
Of a standard liberal arts analysis
The exact same experience can
Mean two totally
Different things to two different people
Given

the youth them think
Everything you don't know
Has an original code, so

Who had the records or charts from spectral analysis? Everyone frequently gasses!

design is how I write this divine prime
To Define too tight to unwind new heights to get climbed where my 
Sites is assigned take flight with my rhymes

Oluwa Burna mo gbona feli, say mo gbona feli
You no get money, you dey call police
Me I dey laugh you gan ni

As I dey sing, they feel the pulse
Make

nekenem anya
Okwa ndi muo ozi n'apalum apa
Ekwensu agaghi emetulim aka
Maka n'obu chisonum aga
Hand fan aburo ceiling fan
Maka n'ife d'iche dina di height

Right now

You gotta
Reach out
Reach out
Reach out to me
Tonight

I'm gonna
Reach out
Reach out
Reach out to me
Tonight

Don't over analysis
The devils

And you hold my pulse till I'm six feet deep
Or I'm scattered in streets
( Yeah I'm scattered in streets )
And we slept in the park, under caustic skies

take a stand
There's a story unfolding, in the palm of our hand

In the pulse of the city, where the rooftops gleam
In the rush of adrenaline, where we

How Great

Jay Electronica

Coloring Book

2016

a life line
From a lofty height to wage war
On the poltergeist with the exalt of Christ
Spark the dark with the pulse of light
Strike a corpse with

your height
I'll keep this short right quick
All this
'Cuz you just keep making me nervous
We both know
We both know
You make me so
Nervous oh
We both

controversy, still I've got that sound
So how about you

Go to the heights
Go to the heights
I like what I'm style
Punchin' like Rocky

Punchin' many Pacquiao

falling)
Hindsight perspective - A final inspection
An analysis of self esteem
And I regret nothing
And this is the thing...

Was I faithful? Was I true?

analysis of observation

But what is this death
For whatever will these thoughts produce
But realizing the distance between existence
And our best predicted

and who you've let inside
Only focused on your weight and have obsessions 'bout your height
No one cares about the battles that you fight no
If you not

analysis, yeah

See I been working outside
Outline, everything i find mine
Cause I don't define time
I just get it through prime 
Skip all the long lines

Spider bites, goosebumps in the night
Acne can't attack me when venomous goblins fight
Heights never intimidate, but hesitating might
I reach out for

From the second book of literary analysis of my poems (Russian: Литературоведческий анализ стихотворений – 2).
Mikhail Mikhaylovich Zhvanetsky

a question - same i heard from dad
Time passed by, by sharp mind analysis
I understood the point of my past brain paralysis
Question was about kindled soul,

I've witnessed drug abuse in my residence
No analysis needed like forensic scientist
Blood thicker than water
Dialysis make it harder to filter those

From tarry pits to starry heights, may all un-harrowed howl as one
​
We are the ones who shed inky tears
We are the ones who bathe in the flood
We

on the McLaren
I think i am prost
My broker's dumb
No analysis for crypto
Lost ton of paychecks
Because i sold when it dip low
That's when i took it all in my hand

But the look in your eyes
Kill it makes a Scars!
I'm a scars
Who doesn't bleed or broken
Falling from a height
Where humans reluctant
Come to me!
Aim

In the beat of the city, in streets where time is gold,
Where each step is a verse, in this sonorous fold.
At the corner, life pulses, the asphalt is