I JUST BE HERE CHILLING AND VIBING WITH MY FELLOW VILLIANS, THEY KEEP TRYING TO FRAME ME AS A OUTCAST CAUSE THEY DON'T UNDERSTAND THE INK I BE SPILLING WHEN I'M ON MY LYRICAL KILLING... BUT TO ME SOME SHIT JUST GETS STRANGER AND STRANGER, I GOT VERSES COMING OUT THE WOODWORK AS IF I WAS THE BOSTON STRANGLER... SO WHY THEY KEEP TRYING TO SUFFOCATE WHAT THEY CAN NEVER ACCOMPLISH?, I DON'T NEED NOBODY TO HOLD THE NINA FOR ME AS LONG AS MY PEN IS MY ACCOMPLICE.... IMMA LATCH KEY KID WITH NO VERSES LEFT BEHIND, I CAN VISUALIZE A COMPLETE MANIFESTATION FROM THE INK THAT'S FLOWING THROUGH THE CORNERS OF MY MIND... UNDENIABLE I RELISH IN MY OWN SELF WORTH, I CAN BLOW AIR INTO BOTH MY NOSTRILS AND RESURRECT MY OWN PHYSICAL BIRTH... THEM CLOVER FIELDS AIN'T READY FOR THIS WAR OF THE ROSES, CAUSE THE INK I BE BLEEDING IS REDDER THAN THE SEA THAT WAS POPULARIZED BY MOSES.... I'M A GOLDEN AMULET THAT'S HUNG TIGHTER THAN NOOSE, AND IF A MUTHAFUCKA WANNA SEE MY DEMISE THEN THEY GO HAVE TO SHOW ME PROOF...
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