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Check it! Mind State Subliminal's Never Ridicule the Individual there Journey is of a different school I find myself at the pinnacle the point of which is so critical It's a mind state That isn't physical mental obstacles I often leap. then find myself tied to Marry Poppins feet I see the world and its obscurities are out of reach I hide in pits of insecurities I guess I'm obsolete Will I forever have cold feet? or will my motions cause friction, the conception of heat My perception is keep, moving and keep trying, trying is just dying an act of the weak. Let's smash all beliefs and DO! then keep applying pressure to these modern hands For my body is made of fuel and metallic cans. How often does passion stand if where it lands is on a slant? It doesn't, it slips and slides then collides with motions that stride is this what keeps us alive? the ambulation of vibes, the infatuation to strive, dive and keep swimming I'm satisfied by this life I keep living My perception is interception I catch it all than digest it. I consume all even though it may be septic let theses words I eat pierce my inner intestines. I left leftovers for my contestants, I'm lethal like needles to a vain, this game will leave you breathless. I'll never do it for the fame or chains or a fancy neckless Flow is too raw. cause havoc I'm too reckless. You can catch me at the bottom pit, be spitting the hottest **** I'm that hip hop-otimuous That's no name anonymous. Your frame is just picture-less I hope you can picture this
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Oct 19, 2016
Oct 19, 2016 at 1:41 PM UTC
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Check it! Mind State Subliminal's Never Ridicule the Individual there Journey is of a different school I find myself at the pinnacle the point of which is so critical It's a mind state That isn't physical mental obstacles I often leap. then find myself tied to Marry Poppins feet I see the world and its obscurities are out of reach I hide in pits of insecurities I guess I'm obsolete Will I forever have cold feet? or will my motions cause friction, the conception of heat My perception is keep, moving and keep trying, trying is just dying an act of the weak. Let's smash all beliefs and DO! then keep applying pressure to these modern hands For my body is made of fuel and metallic cans. How often does passion stand if where it lands is on a slant? It doesn't, it slips and slides then collides with motions that stride is this what keeps us alive? the ambulation of vibes, the infatuation to strive, dive and keep swimming I'm satisfied by this life I keep living My perception is interception I catch it all than digest it. I consume all even though it may be septic let theses words I eat pierce my inner intestines. I left leftovers for my contestants, I'm lethal like needles to a vain, this game will leave you breathless. I'll never do it for the fame or chains or a fancy neckless Flow is too raw. cause havoc I'm too reckless. You can catch me at the bottom pit, be spitting the hottest **** I'm that hip hop-otimuous That's no name anonymous. Your frame is just picture-less I hope you can picture this
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Oct 19, 2016
Oct 19, 2016 at 1:41 PM UTC
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