exquisite science how I, Daniel, do more than sit wit lions...
u spit defiance, when I'm equipped to flip scripts when writin,
I captain planets, fitted fists with rings that hit, leaving ur lip divided.
thin spliffs fulla piff u lightin- when scrolls i roll bigger than the limbs of giants,
bitchin, crying- no sense in a gift that won't uplift when somali kids is dyin...
ur desciptives slip in with the fibs of tyrants- nothing u kick displays the grip of midas...
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Ahem.
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