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P.S. All work, no play. You know what I'm saying?
The dopest saiyan layin in coma patients still prone to kill and blow your brains in.
Skills so insane. Will of a pro instilled in flow of potent cadence.
Chills from hopeless gazes. No faces, just phases of pills and smoking hazes.
Is this real? It's bogus ain't it?
Feel the ghost of anguish from the quill that wrote these pages.
Made a deal, brokered with satan over meals of soda and bacon til he keeled over chokin'.
WASTED.
Awoke in amazement and went bowling with the eighth pin
to throw it in my basement against the skulls of chosen faces.
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^This part was just icing on the cake, ESPECIALLY the first four lines.
True Zenmaster form. You've reached that level where you have excel'd with rhyme scheme, while delivering the content. This could definitely benefit you if you ever get into the league again. From the start, you set things off, albeit a bit slowly but I already knew it was gonna blow. The Christopher Walken line was humorous but a good one. Words deciphered to surge of violence was ill. The closing of that first section, leanin'. But your second section was superb content and flow wise. The dopest saiyan line killed it. Brokered with Satan/chokin-wasted was sick. That part from awoke in amazement to seven nations with weapons waiting- mean. And then a humorous-like finish just as in the first section.
This was signature Zen all around. Reads like a crazy drug experience. Random thoughts and ideas formulating a sick episode of sorts.
Dope. Good stuff.