could B cleaner
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•22 Oct 2020
Im on the verge of quitting rappin, or atleast this app shit, dno how im gon fill up all this time that i spend, writing fittinng turning words around, amongst a large pretense, amerging into im not quitting thays just what yo mama said, get it, im never quitting, no need to, second guess around, im out here phiening and believe me dude im not see through, or down on sound, so shoulda soneone listened to them for they sub devised ? or coulda someone opened up before they shut there wisdom eyes ? if theres a question, you answer it, when they ask me if im west side i say tangable, now if you gon question the event, with any slight mermer or, pause, id say bonvoyaje to yours, you not me my rapping that have a abnormal affect to where if im all the way somthing, you know your in check, when i spit it i flick the thinng right inbetween my teath around the same speed I believe is out some sorta circuit style, the race cement that when we get there I predict we need all kinds of rap so if say that this is where to listen, obs are in heres where its at, pay who we know how we split the diffrence if i write the ice, supposed that devision apartl falls under aniliticle devise, political discomfort for some what of a criminal obliged fifty fith infos budget frever relivaloutionilised to words tied by there structural design placed there by who was wise, to have enough closley come by the present layers layed down fir collection, When im geting what i got out, when im nots when im going back in, looking at a long state of mind, no institution id rather be in, thats why there, if he keeps wearing knives around wavin drug gang mouth, cravin i dno man im bout to, yes it ill get him, swear it he a proud dude, wont next time, mix in salt, to when im hand over the note, in my damn lounge room, its gone from a slight friend to me now you gone get it, psycho prison time run it, in my phone, stair well slowness, creeping past your zone, stoned no one else even knows, in our city theres rules, mines take drugs no fucking around and dont lose, on the one hand seems thats all i sorta like do, cause thats off a rare half opertunistic crew, from a dead set cunt, thats how
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this app should be for practice thats it
Im on the verge of quitting rappin, or atleast this app shit, dno how im gon fill up all this time that i spend, writing fittinng turning words around, amongst a large pretense, amerging into im not quitting thays just what yo mama said, get it, im never quitting, no need to, second guess around, im out here phiening and believe me dude im not see through, or down on sound, so shoulda soneone listened to them for they sub devised ? or coulda someone opened up before they shut there wisdom eyes ? if theres a question, you answer it, when they ask me if im west side i say tangable, now if you gon question the event, with any slight mermer or, pause, id say bonvoyaje to yours, you not me my rapping that have a abnormal affect to where if im all the way somthing, you know your in check, when i spit it i flick the thinng right inbetween my teath around the same speed I believe is out some sorta circuit style, the race cement that when we get there I predict we need all kinds of rap so if say that this is where to listen, obs are in heres where its at, pay who we know how we split the diffrence if i write the ice, supposed that devision apartl falls under aniliticle devise, political discomfort for some what of a criminal obliged fifty fith infos budget frever relivaloutionilised to words tied by there structural design placed there by who was wise, to have enough closley come by the present layers layed down fir collection, When im geting what i got out, when im nots when im going back in, looking at a long state of mind, no institution id rather be in, thats why there, if he keeps wearing knives around wavin drug gang mouth, cravin i dno man im bout to, yes it ill get him, swear it he a proud dude, wont next time, mix in salt, to when im hand over the note, in my damn lounge room, its gone from a slight friend to me now you gone get it, psycho prison time run it, in my phone, stair well slowness, creeping past your zone, stoned no one else even knows, in our city theres rules, mines take drugs no fucking around and dont lose, on the one hand seems thats all i sorta like do, cause thats off a rare half opertunistic crew, from a dead set cunt, thats how
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