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the streets are calling to the demons i keep yawning fallen like leaves through the sense like asmr drop them and give them no ground intradimensional specters lining up in sectors with a magenta uzi bullet hell starts flowing ghosts and angels whats the diff i leave em stiff to the ground they rip and when the trigger clicks i let in a vicious blitz change my rhymes like a chameleon, when I'll make a million, flows clean like and strong like pavilions keep going through the streets, peeps around want beef, i mostly want to keep clean and steady and make rhymes that make you heady while good rivers eddie