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Originally Posted by Urban Dialect
architect of da song, master builder
the structure of the rhyme scheme collapse and kills ya,
in a desert, in Dudeal trapped and sealed up
waiting for the day to drink the wrath that's in his cup
mount Sinai blast and erupts
u hear a voice from the fire commanding us
it terrifies ya, it puts the fear of god inside ya,
paralyze ya, got cha sinking in the mire
da flows muddy, who's this with his robes bloody?
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Check out joe Urbans dialect, your an architect?
Playing with Legos & Lincoln logs I suspect.
Picking fights with all the netcees you envy.
Dreaming for a Beamer, Benz or Bentley. Drive a rusty old Chevy.
Buddy, Ya cloths arnt bloody, ya gears all cruddy. Trust me...
my knee is about to get ugly in ya tummy.
Hit you so god damn hard, youd think you were playing rugby