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Dominate

Your Style Can Not Dominate Not Being Crude, Not Spreading Hate I'm Just Spreading The Word, Going To Radiate Even Without It, You'd Probably Meet Your Fate Taking You Down Has Become My Mission Going To Split Your Mind, Sanity Fission And Your World In Two, Territorial Division I'm Coming At You With Insane Precision Not Going To Rush, Going To Be Tactical Make Sure My Plans Are 100% Practical Attacking Aimlessly Would Be Impractical Give My People A Show, Theatrical I'm Flawless, You're Flawed When People Hear My Words, They Applaud When They Hear yours? They Call The Firing Squad I Don't Think Inside The Box, I Think Abroad I'm Guessing By Now You Must Be Hurting You Coming To Me, Asking For Some Kind Of Converting The Topic Kills You, You're Diverting To You. I'm Quite Alerting
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Myrrhical
27 / M
For You?
Written by
Myrrhical
27 / M
Published
Aug 28, 2014
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24·139
Notes

Just Realised the 4th verse will rhyme depending on your accent, oh well...

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#hate#fate#flawed#mission#practical#fission#precision#theatrical#dominate#tactical
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