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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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Dec 28, 2014
Dec 28, 2014 at 10:09 AM UTC
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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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Dec 28, 2014
Dec 28, 2014 at 10:09 AM UTC
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