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Michael Kyle Mar 2014
I rub that stress up off my temple, I'm off the tip
Lay back and taking a wonderful trip, with a pen and pad, I’m speaking that "Do you feel this"
and my vault stays set off that realness
So I hit them for real with the quickness, tying false individuals in stitches
Realize the fact but please come precise, because I could be relentless
Suspicion, coming up on some recognition that’s why I'm creeping from behind
With a towel soaked with ammonia, non-fiction, I'm all prepared to go for mine
So step in line, a couple of hits, brains dismissed, I change faces like I change places
With a gingsu blade, I'll slit your throat just like them Dartmouth ****** cases
Invisible traces, but I wasn’t committed cause there was no evidence
Minor scent of that formaldehyde, and I can almost sense the obsession
What's the answer to the question? Get tested, don't come if you can’t come correct
It's that dog eat dog type life, so I don't know what you were expected
Nevermore so wreck less, nevertheless I'm a saint in a bulletproof vest, sick
Letting it all hang down, straight pound for pound, you need to take a step down
80 caliber rounds, I'm running around through your whole town
Terminating them down like Black Ops 2 set on death match with an AN-94
Disposing these clowns and their bodies will be hard to find
That’s all coming from an ill-stricken mind, complex by design
But uncovered by pride, so let it be known that I’m sneaky with a loaded tech-nine
Dark and morbid style with a touch of realism that’s from my circle
Blow smoke from that purple, for you none marijuana smokers that’s that herbal
Essence, confessing my worldly fix but that’s a true and serious recelection. Never stressing
Just detecting fake characters who claim they’re real but just need to learn a real lesson
Michael Kyle Mar 2014
I feel that no one understands me, so I drift off in a area that is secluded-
simply so I can personally gain my thoughts so I can be included-
Along with others-just to be covered-by the love from all who is amongst me, but that is just considered a distant lover-
See, I never looked the part or acted the part-some may say I may die from a broken heart-
So I'll think I play the role of another person, which may make me feel good, but I still don't feel like I'm apart-
of anything. So I simply play the role of an actor disguising themselves as a different individual-
So I can hear them tell me personally, "Mike, we are truly into you"-Days and weeks pass by-Hearing friends saying
great things but why do i privately cry-Is it the pure love and emotion that I am feeling-Or is it the lies that I am concealing-
inside of me. One day, I will finally speak out and tell the truth that I am a fraud-But until that day comes, I am going to continue hiding the truth until I finally believe it is real like A-Rod.

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