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Sep 2015
I'm top tier, from way up here,
seeing things loud and clear
wax in my ear, cause tids-dye & ain't no dying here,
these birds chirp'n,will ruin you, nothings' fair
luring you, its irresistible, so you go there.
Sirens signing, playing pic-a-boo
distracting you, and your crew
Their audacity too- do what they do
using methodology, they lasso you through
for their own use
these high notes, are just an excuse,
like a loop hole, disguised as a noose
Either way, They-
hiding the truth.
find yourself up ***** creek,
High-tied, trying to shake loose.
I guess behind every myth- comes some truth!
the lesser of two evils,
deceitful, perception,
my aggression-lethal.
Like any sequel, you'll never be my equal,
scene it in ur preview.
Don't take it from me, ask the people,
if it wasn't for me, they won't even want to see you.
I wouldn't want to be you- or him, you a thesepian.
******* me off,  champion.
Styles
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Styles  NYC
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