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yo, say you spray demeanor when you're faying like Tina quit the sic-talking with kids bopping, so float on hip-hop is so on, can't miss it in the sitcoms and the big problem arises when it's me that super-sizes who's riding? who's rising? who's writing about it? there's more than one bible if your into soundwaves nowadays, i'm live-in', I mean "living" in the live on the stage while performance and no, it ain't wise ever put a hooker on a chorus? keep your brain wet on the cut like a swordfish street kids lived in bars, half-orphans a crew that needs 5 mics...whatchu doin trying to source us? well, you see how that went and I went like George did where "everybody knows my name" usually not my bourne one with short sons and tall daughters don't bother, do much more than pour bottles I gotta new religion, well don't read into it in fact, don't read, don't write, don't type, don't hype don't prop, don't talk, don't bite, don't don't you won't won't make a double negative another relative in a long line of open-minded intelligence which felt like mic stands in exhausted right hands hey!...i'm just kidding, i'm jayson kidding around like my wife beats me up and my mistress takes me down good clean fun from the last arbiter of sound and I talk in dirty verse and possessive pronouns now sit, it use to be "i wanna be your dog" now it's "who let the dogs out?" you wanna call out big red hands, i'm new killer fallout stall now, dilators stick to me like flypaper time of day, no time to date this goes out the criming cause in china pages water ella flambe....in their veins yo it's silly how they get bro, all rappers talk about is they're condition like Lenny from "Memento" heart made of arson, try to play me don't start son! beats on the daily like Carson, beats so they play me on Carson or do I mean Leno? No, Conan, cut it out! get with the program for as long as i've lived, i'd say i've been a barstare don't try to play me out, it's just not Renaissance Fair i'm costume baller, dressed like a grown-up i'm a weather balloon that just got blown-up I told the homie Jon, made albums just records we don't play chess, only play checkers he hears my songs and later wants to see the verses so I hang with the idiot like I was Ian Curtis the boy likes your hair but why do you wear a buckle on your dresses? please explain it to me, Jess |
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