Your face can taste the hand of this abrasive man
my spirit came from an ancient strand of forgotten greatness, damn.
got the FBI chasing vans with surveillance cams...
waiting with invasion plans to take over the building, hanging back.
the wise are sitting on vacant land with a cane in hand.
writers should be taking a class instead of making these raps
Im basing these facts off of ingenious, & ingenuity...
then as I work my way back through I do it fluidly
whose better you or me, there is not better truthfully
you sat there looking like this is such a rubix cube to me
how do I make it sound nice while still doing me?
how do I use this rhyme & show the beauty seen?
whats the difference between life & the human tree?
nothing, the radiation emitting of your thoughts are nothing new to see
I hear the cries of forgotten seeds from the roots ya see...
something something darkside the world hasnt a clue or scheme
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