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An NFL mock draft is a simulation of the actual NFL Draft, in which analysts, experts, and fans predict which college football players will be

on their hand
Or any simulations
The result in violating this law Would automatically
Get your hand amputated
As a sign of your Disrespectfulness
Black Hand

I'm stimulated
Smoking this dope got ah nigga faded
Broke boy only get money ina simulation
I do real nigga shit you cant imitate it
Cause you aint

Playing reality
L-l-like it's a simulation
You'll catch my name on the leaderboards
Number one spot that's leaving everybody hatin'
P-p-p-playing

this is a simulation
But I swear to God, I feel too alive
Thinkin' bout all the motherfuckers that I might hurt
If they find out that I didn't survive

Speaking on things you don't even know

We not alike this ain't even no

I hit yo' joint and I leave and go

cin't take it slow we was speeding (whoa

Broadcast your credentials
Them fans you worry about the retention
Work relentless
Move one block a step
Rep your self
Prep for the unforeseen
Grow majorly

An odyssey to the top of the concrete mountains
To make an unforeseen decision
Complexities of my existence
A hostile delinquent
Pressured to complete

the simulation
Has been hacked
Yeah
There's something bout this place
That seems familiar
A place where I'm not held
By y'all opinions
I'm native to this joint

Overcomplication
Higher resolution
Gore rasterization

Mesh resembles femur
Splicing through the joint
Necessary model
Fluid physics run
Simulation needed
Crimson

Planet Los Angeles

Conejo

Fallen Angel

2001

sleeps
So they say, so they say
Don't believe what you hear

Controversy has been predicted
Unforeseen complications, the times are really wicked
Guns

I'm backing up
Like Kade__03 music, this hit and run
Cause I murder the beat then this joint is done
I don't take the seconds, I am number one
I'm

be faded
Or maybe my truth just inebriated
Never asked you as a simulation
Even when you wasted girl you look amazing
Time like liquor girl don't you

something right
Yeah
You know what I wanna hear
What you want to hear
I want to hear that ptag joint
Ptag again
Yeah again and again
Act but don't care I

this joint is jumping
Joining speech and perception
Words they are our oldest friends
Closing all conversation

Medieval paper
Meter, rhyme, and roll

Who wants to play
Yo
If you feeling like the holidays are fake
Then let this hangover take place
Simulating a simulation
Inside the creation
Of my

Cali
Big chillin
No mid blazing
Get bands flip acres
Or stripclub waste it
Been faking
You dont play the game
You simulation
Buy some bibles
Pretty soon

im Käfig
Ich dacht' es geht vorüber doch die Scheiße geht schon ewig
Aber vergeht nicht
Ja und ich seh's nicht
Joints geraucht bis zum geht nicht mehr

not in hate 
Can’t joint the circus
I know my purpose and why I’m here
I am blessed off the grid
Stres, i disappear
Breaking of simulation
Too many men

The deeper you go the faker this nation
Your face is a number to them in this whole simulation
You talk about past but you aren't a Haitian
Wake up and pass

devant le binks, automatique paré dans le binks

Une piste d'atterrissage devant la maison, pas de somation, pas de simulation (hey)
Assez d'mes-ar pour

Seldom times
I can see the sun with closed eyes

Craving the void
Shadows of past lives lead
Simultaneously creating the simulations

we ain't laying up
Dunking that shit from the free throw, niggas fucking hacks
Got the simulation glitching, bitch, we busting back
Now they leaning