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i'm laughing. . .(pause)
talk is cheap
because some people just rhyme
without even having a beat
that's the kind of flow i have in my stash
like a McDonalds register short on cash
i'm misguided and feeling abused
like a lunatic on a short fuse
it's pragmatic and elite sort of like i'm part of the best
like an excommunicated priest with no one to bless
i'm falsely accused in the spirit of things
i'm the angel that didn't get wings
i'm the lyrical poet committing assassinations
raising my kids in a cursed nation
i'm laughing. . .(pause)
because i know talk is cheap
because i rhyme on internet
and no one can hear the beat
that's the kind of flow that i possess
hidden in waters like the scottish loch ness
i'm ill represented and underage by far
i can drink alcohol but i still can't rent a car
it's elite and pragmatic sort of like my beat
i'm not a drug lord but i'm packing heat
i'm the demon-ridden angel with no place to call home
i'm the crowd leader so i stand alone
i'm the lyrical poet committing homicides
i'm the designated driver whose too drunk to drive
edited to add: wha? What???
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