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Dec 2014
I’m not your typical, I’m a lyrical genius
It’s my make-up, DNA boy it’s in my genus

Out of this world, they say I’m somewhere flowing out in Venus
With my hand on my scenic route

Preparing for that stick and move
Smack him with the backhand, breaking in my tennis shoes

Find my way around like I own a set of tentacles
If you talking diet, it’s the water with the minerals.

On another pinnacle, the best on my minimal
Imagine If I’m physical

Its ridicule, cause you in my visual
Subliminal, alter ego is identical.

Looking for the finish move, moral compatible
Split you down sagittal, problems mathematical

Catch you on the avenue, straight up to the capital
Left the Adirondack’s, different set of contacts.

Yea , I’m stilling doing me dog, opponent’s that I leap frog
Emotions on a see-saw, cooler that the sea shore
Even better than before, that’s what you got beef for.

Run the game , that’s what you got feet for
In my deep thought, contemplating deport

Came up on the gutter, north side, we call Freeport.
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