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Dec 2019
Truly behold, I've captured beauty and soul, controlling cowardly streaks, connecting sour and sweet, steady sensation, my flavored "deadly" rotation eliminates competition, decisions slick with precision, proved efficient, confusion fuses deficient towards all the victims that spitting, my rhythms' wisdom depicts em, as, problems unsolved that can't evolve or breathe, so when they ******* with me, they stressing "please not me!", so activating my aspiration, to folks I say salutation, my rhymes are so captivating to be, the urban legend that came from heaven and pending to be attending conventions where cats attempting to flee.
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Cyclone  22/M/Houston, TX
(22/M/Houston, TX)   
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