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with filled wisdom pimpin on Mona Lisa,

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Who's ya teacher? I'll school him with this iron fist,her vision blurry the cause blind by the wrist, for

Collaboration of Mics

Artifacts

That's Them

1997

One] 
I feel blessed by Finesse and Lord Jamar, sess my interest 
is invested in, testin men like lab specimens 
My daily regiment of elemental babble

of Fireflies
The wind is calling, sky is falling
Stand for something, die for nothing
Sickened by they phoniness
I’m trapped inside my loneliness
Depression is

by the city we're from
An empty plate with no meal
A shining knife and a fork
The smartest artists all jump on a plane to New York
You tell me that