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feeding on the imitation, just a taste, just an image, just a waste, just a gimmick, just a chase, just a minute, just in case, I guess I’m living. Hit the brakes, this shit is vivid. If it’s sick, I’m with it, I just stick ’em with it. My spit is so explicit, it’s ammo, ballistics. Can’t blame, I’m complicit, can’t complain, no conditions, can’t contain. this rage im encaged shackled and chains watching shadows change im about to break out on the stage watch um shake afraid ive been taking named every man got his own road so stay in your lane im anno limits As a kid, I used to go out in hurricanes in no hurry. I spent the night getting drenched in the rain, that left a sentimental stain, probably because the lack of mental games. I accepted every second. Things surely have changed, feeding on the imitation just a taste just a image just a waste just a gimic just a chase just a minute just in case i guess im living hit the breaks this shit is vivid if its sick im with it i just sitck um with it my spit is so explicit its ammo ballistics cant blame im complicet cant complain no conditions cant contain as a kid i used to go out in huricanes in no hurry i spent the night getting drenched in the rain that left a sentimental stain probably because the lack of mental games i accepted every second things surely have changed because inside i remain i cant remain in control of the flames its getting way to big i cant contain my energy was drained it forced me to make a change now i can make it rain and kept it sustained untill doubt crept in i was without a care now i can barely afford to stare at the floor got dont be in a hurry be patient dont you worry times are changing enjoy the process like a kid with a toy or a object if your the type to get annoyed by the slightest sound your not the type I wanna be around so im gona beat it down town make the sound go around town inside i remain i cant remain in control of the flames its getting way to big i cant contain my energy was drained it forved me to make a change now i can make it rain and kept it sustained untill doubt crept in i was without a care now i can barely afford to stare at the floor bu imnow imi put a sock in the socket and watch fire sky rocket i play robot sock um robots i bayght in bosten ill knock um right ill knock um left you thinking you come ah knocking with those trends ill knock um dead hypnotic illusive opsticles and optical illusions in the hospital the stay isnt optional today i dont so often fold i rock and roll rap with flow and stacking dope bars im strapped with mad syllables but im still at at home i grill a phoney its the realest only you feel it homie give um chills so bone deep im heavy metal like simachrome I back it up and bring it back in abundance let um have there fun let um dance let um tap into the electrifying trance when the collective to collide and correct the vibe that got world so alive anybody trying to destroy could never truely take they can try you can harness they can mold they can farm it but never harm something so pure from the soul so your gona know it ive grown to mold it im comatoast dope as a over dose I got a overload of focuse on my flow floating like jehovas witness ghost just admit your toast no limit i shine and glisten climb a commit to rhyming combining my senses multiplying and appling defenses asking why am I restless im trying but im wreckless of often on the offensive my will to feel the vibe and be the realest alive willing to fight feeling wicked tonight im dealing with it allright will not slow it down if you got a problem with what makes the whole world go around i can provide the feeling and combine it with the real thing and watch it take off and fly like a eagle from the building i create balance writing ballads lightning hits my pen it can tell a story from a feeling that never ends feeding on the imitation, just a taste, just an image, just a waste, just a gimmick, just a chase, just a minute, just in case, I guess I’m living. Hit the brakes, this shit is vivid. If it’s sick, I’m with it, I just stick ’em with it. My spit is so explicit, it’s ammo, ballistics. Can’t blame, I’m complicit, can’t complain, no conditions, can’t contain. As a kid, I used to go out in hurricanes in no hurry. I spent the night getting drenched in the rain, that left a sentimental stain, probably because the lack of mental games. I accepted every second. Things surely have changed, because inside I remain deprived its getting harder to remain hopefull and regain full focuse I can’t remain in control of the flames, it’s getting way too big, I can’t contain. My energy was drained, it forced me to make a change. Now I can make it rain and keep it sustained I can barely afford to stare at the floor. Don’t be in a hurry, be patient, don’t you worry. Times are changing, enjoy the process like a kid with a toy or an object. If you’re the type to get annoyed by the slightest sound, you’re not the type I wanna be around. So I’m gonna beat it downtown, make the sound go around town. I put a sock in the socket and watch fire skyrocket. I play robot, sock ’em robots. I bayght in Boston, I’ll knock ’em right, I’ll knock ’em left. You thinking you come a-knocking with those trends? I’ll knock ’em dead. Hypnotic, elusive obstacles and optical illusions. In the hospital, the stay isn’t optional. Today I don’t so often fold. I rock and roll, rap with a flow and stacking dope bars. I’m strapped with mad syllables, but I’m still at home. I grill a phony, it’s the realest only—you feel it, homie. Give ’em chills so bone-deep. I’m heavy metal like Simichrome. I back it up and bring it back in abundance. Let ’em have their fun, let ’em dance, let ’em tap into the electrifying trance. When the collective collide and correct connect and thrive the vibe that got the world so alive, anybody trying to destroy could never truly take. They can try, you can harness, they can mold, they can farm it, but never harm something so pure from the soul, so you’re gonna know it. I’ve grown to mold it. I’m comatose, dope as an overdose. I got an overload of focus on my flow, floating like Jehovah’s Witness ghost. Just admit you’re toast, no limit. I shine and glisten, climb and commit to rhyming, combining my senses, multiplying and applying defenses. Asking, “Why am I restless?” I’m trying, but I’m reckless, often on the offensive. My will to feel the vibe and be the realest alive, willing to fight, feeling wicked tonight. I’m dealing with it alright. Will not slow it down. If you got a problem with what makes the whole world go around, I can provide the feeling and combine it with the real thing, and watch it take off and fly like an eagle from the building. I create balance, writing ballads. Lightning hits my pen. It can tell a story from a feeling that never