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Nov 2013
Why the hell do you care what I look like, I aint a ******* model
Im not employed by some type of boy toy brothel
Realize, Im quiet, but deafening, I go full throttle
Like a hit to your head with a glass bottle
YOLO?, **** that.. Im livin' like ten lives, thats my "motto"

Nah, ***** that, I have more bravado
So I'm gonna call it a "code", instead of "motto"
Just for sport
I get in raw mode, burn the lead in this pencil til' it's hollow
Go ahead sing your sorrow, but dont nobody really care if you wake up tomorrow

Like a comedian on stage gettin' boo'd
I'm about to start losing my cool, about to start gettin' rude
My mental median is the only thing saving you

Steadily, I'm knockin' out these scenarios alphabetically
Or was it numerically? Probably...
Nope... It's a science, call it chemistry
Putting together these words is my ability
And I know **** well I do it brilliantly

-J.A.M
JAM
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   --- and Gryffindor
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