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out you was playing acoustics
Now im on top 
Got my own spot
Fly like Aladdin I want it I cop
Yeah
I turnt it up a whole lot
Yeah
Giving it all that I

chocolate with some fire call it smores
Take it to the head of some swine call it boars
Juggle not enamored or allured by yah laws
Ask another question im

of my head
I stay in place too long
Won't make it out before I'm dead
Cause when she sip she want it all
She hit my phone
I get some texts
I miss some

these commas
And I'm over fuckin' powered
You know my name is Saitama
I might pull up on your mama
And her friends
Take 'em out to dinner while
I'm

a little black rock

Rock it, rock
Rock it, rock
Rock is so
Yo

Rock is so neo for my people
This cerebral thought, bleed and fought
Brought on by

of the endin'
They took it out my heart,
Into my wallet, now I'm spendin'
This wall thats made of fallacies, Fake realities livin'
All of it was pretentious
I

immigrant n refugee dreams
Sprinkled in insanity
Reframin the reality
Unfiltered Vitamin_Z brought to you by zieed
Tryna move from being a product of my

you can hear me
Undertale's Fun Value is just a Game Theory

ENTRY NUMBER SEVENTEEN
Nonexistent, like your victory
Go and try that angle, but in this

idiots, I'm like Phineas
Smart as shit, I'm serious
10 out of 10 times
Imma keep rolling that boulder
They in my ear by my shoulder
Tearing away at my flesh

instead you just miss my head
Not a diss I said
No the Fleet I miss
I still hiss respect
I spit these bars with meaning behind them
So, you can go back

pay
No more living in my head that's a cold dark place
With my blood, sweat and tears
I be ready for the game
Bring it back
I be trying to break

The Carnage

Keith Murray

He's Keith Murray

2003

brimstone and fire
This is MC cannibalism by connoisseur
From the lyrical lexicon matador of metaphor
Yo from the little voice in my conscience
I might

still an office
Hours and late, I’m still a novice
African art and many books
A table and fan 
To out the jux
This place here is meditation
Surrounded by

Sober alone open dome 'til the poems fall out
I got a grill only gold in my mouth
cll uphill when the soul is in doubt I'm dead awake
When I walk on a bed

back
I never ceased waiting for another opportunity to be pleased
No more whirling in their dark circle
Couse it makes my head dizzy
Watch out for

Mark Matthew
call me fatty call me The Owl but call me out my name and my niggaz a go
BLOWWWW!! In 76 was born a legend couple months after my pops was

there, cuz losin you’s not something i'm ready for
(Verse 1)
The theory people have of “just a hit and im done”
Speaks out louder than the sound of a gun

and a clean receipt. 
(Anyway)
Head been messed with isotopes I didn’t know the most kind or slow,
Took all the drugs likes a dynamo 
Down the hole make my

that the public transportation really isn't keen

And I agree with the theory

Because it's 3:30 and the bus was due at 2:35

I wear my Girbauds so I can

of my actions
Run the course with the tactics
Picking space like an atlas
I been obsessed since 03'
And the theory of sound got me light speed
Tormented

tell you how I live it
Women come fast liquor come last
I been out of my element
Name a price tag I can forge that
That was all for the relevance
I aint

so decisions gon' get ran by us
I still count that money when my hands tired I still count that money when my hands tired

Up before the sun up gettin'

This is a Day and Age Statement
Honestly the thought of me
Slaughtering this rhythm is hitting different
Surpassing wack and then out perform my

in hysteria
Superior like God swooped out of the heavens
And touched my head like one of those televangelist reverends
And said Side you as nice