Poetic Cypher I

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5 months ago

I shine bright I leave em with blurred gaze I'm better with word play than the end of a work day I won't settle for 3rd place I prefer to keep tweets from Twitter inside of a birdcage and let this a sign that I strike with absurd aim "no justice, no peace" I rely on my first name I ain’t tuckin' no heat but I'm gunning for first place if art is a crime I'm having my work framed after I make some fresh prints and step out in the purple rain the closer they try to get the tighter my circle stays I merely preserve my page to both serve you and hurt your brains get my seat at the table and turn it with turn of phrase just 'Cause I left angry doesn't mean that I've gone mad I could've taken the wrong path instead I just walked past I'm droppin' these bombs fast returning with God's wrath bumpin' my music's the only way that you're puttin' me on blast that could be my finish line but I'm ripping beyond that and when I drop this line it isn't gonna call back only rings I care about are the ones on my indexes only things you carry round have no weight, but I've been flexin this is somethin you can't stomach like guns at your midsection or lunch after a big breakfast all y'all claimin that you aimin but none of y'all grip weapons as deadly as this pen is I spit like a Smith and Wesson check how I'm making moves on these squares, but it's not chess still I play 'em like Ron did I take all your top ten and make 'em all drop the pen and the paper they jottin' with and your favorite on the list will be begging to rock like this I shine bright I leave em with blurred gaze I'm better with word play than the end of a work day I won't settle for 3rd place I prefer to keep tweets from Twitter inside of a birdcage and let this a sign that I strike with absurd aim "no justice, no peace" I rely on my first name I ain’t tuckin' no heat but I'm gunning for first place if art is a crime I'm having my work framed after I make some fresh prints and step out in the purple rain the closer they try to get the tighter my circle stays I merely preserve my page to both serve you and hurt your brains get my seat at the table and turn it with turn of phrase just 'Cause I left angry doesn't mean that I've gone mad I could've taken the wrong path instead I just walked past I'm droppin' these bombs fast returning with God's wrath bumpin' my music's the only way that you're puttin' me on blast that could be my finish line but I'm ripping beyond that and when I drop this line it isn't gonna call back only rings I care about are the ones on my indexes only things you carry round have no weight, but I've been flexin this is somethin you can't stomach like guns at your midsection or lunch after a big breakfast all y'all claimin that you aimin but none of y'all grip weapons as deadly as this pen is I spit like a Smith and Wesson check how I'm making moves on these squares, but it's not chess still I play 'em like Ron did I take all your top ten and make 'em all drop the pen and the paper they jottin' with and your favorite on the list will be begging to rock like this

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