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nip in the bud building bridges only to wax orgasmic in its destruction you think you a big shot a full fledged phenomenon you said you will but you won't what you trynna do with your little games eh boy well you full-time bullshit distributor dissonance is blinding shinning through the bling can't swing can't make heads or tails of that thing in the mirror you look at your self sing you look like a dummy a rapfame bitch a mummy with bitter salt in your tummy chummy you ain't going nowhere no ko no no. 1 Nip it in the bud, secrets buried deep, Building bridges, but the wood's decayed, Dark paths traveled, where the dreams betrayed. Concrete jungle, where the echoes fade, Lost souls searching for the truth displayed, Flickering lights, but the vibe’s so grim, Waxing poetic, but the chances slim. Verse 2: Orgasmic highs in a world so low, Chasing ghosts, but the pain won't let go, Kings and pawns in a twisted game, Fame's a fickle lover, never stays the same. Streets are cold, but the fire ignites, Rising from ashes, redefining the fights, Got my eyes wide open, but the vision’s blurred, In this dark symphony, my voice is heard.