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I'm a stay poor, real & free rather than a rich bitch ass slave.
Ur proud to be a slave too, while I'm humble just to know I'm free.
Really tho, u constantly watch ur back as a slave & all I'm watch'n out for is death's bitch ass.

Born out of violence, so now I sit here & spit about peons & how dense they is. Truth twists like spilff & my riffs & rips. Have'em all turn'n tricks faster than Tina down on Turner st. & u see er'y one of these wanna be men's of earth'll fear me. Ya feel me. Naw, then don't be, it won't ever hurt my u gots yo own opinion. Load it up. Bottle it up. Doesn't matter as long as I grow stronger w/in these passionett like mo wet kisses from the GodYes. & yes god does possess those who aren't possessed. I guess pieces of shit just like to play dress up, for just a couple of bucks. Aye who remembers the young uncle buck. Naw, nope, then gives no fucks. I'm a fuck up all yo really nice thoughts of what it is to be free. & U see me & my history's something like a burning family heirloom. Hang me from a rope, I'm a forever be more creative than some atlanta native. Hey, u can get u a horse but try'n lead'n dat bix to a watering hole & try'n get that ol'hag to even just take a sip. Snippets like a trumpet of prophetic futuristic writings from my wall. A hall of longevity no one man has. It's a bravetity of humanity in me that's got me screaming unity. Now look, these crooked shook snookie look'n copy cats'll just wanna tare into my back as if I'd ever fall back. I should dub'em all as Darpa. Have'n call'n out Homer, homo quotes. Doh. Life's been bang'n a 404 memo message ever since the last sage came & passed the last message. & u see this motion of emotional emotions erupt like all the corrupt civil forfiter like assest, u protest to protect. Insects, so I pick up this magnifying glass & fry all yo asses when I gas, just thinking about the one final & last moments that I get to gas. Laughing at piss ants & all their pissing contests. Ayo needle dicks, put yer peckers away boys, I'm straight. & no matter now many tight eyed assholes wanna see me, I'm sightless. I walk on parted clouds of judgements. Weak like the speeches professed by simple minded idiots. Hold up, I'm supposed to be tell'n'em all about me, not this sham of a brainwashed society. Forgive me if I could cause more than just a riot up in any shitty shotty city. & shotty as this shitty nation's been to be, it'll be nothing like when they start to begin speak'n on my name. & most to damned deaf to hear me anyway. So anyway, u wanna know about me? long floor-length wears for girls

Mama was high yella. Now they say I'm just a bark'n bix. Pops should of been shot. But they'd rather house him in a fuck'n shoe box & I? I wouldn't even give him that, just a bullet. Now some say my unc used to rock a mullet & acted like Mel Gibson. Sh what's that make me Gib's son? Golden is what this globe of flat earthers'll call me. So gone & ring me up, I'll wringe u out w/this matrix of gimmicks. Super cheap tricks passed on as eclipses & sh. Just superficial un-official shit talk from haters who know nothing of growing up all black on black, back pack trap'n from state to state. & the dope is yo id. Dat sh'll get u locked up just fo' travel'n. So who's a better drilla? Know'n I used to know the highst crip in NY. Or that I used to bang right along side him. Stuck up inside this infinite & finite, lyrical mayhem. Like hold up, I need to re-up on my insurances. & sure just as rent has sky rocketed, I've just turned all these boy's faces red-er than when I've just rushed the cosmic fusion up in my sistars cheeks. I'm a cheeky bastard never the less. These tests they call the wickest of streets won't ever stress me. I'm free. I own my own entity. I'm not just some crummy commie look'n for a leader to blame & yet still never take charge or aim. Lame, lamo's who talk like un-cleaver homos. U all remind me of that tranny up in married an axe murderer. Life is torure, sure but not as pure as the enduring pains as death. Fux it rip this coffin's lid back & peel back more than just a few eye lids & wigs. Split er'y one a yo atoms try'n to swallow my words boys. These sentences come at such a cost, all these bosses who paid to be will be want'n to get at me faster than when the master says to Toby, u'll be free as long as u bring me the head of skinnie bastard.

U know nothing just this dust & dirt of stupid gay pussies who just wanna rush me like a chick & my pecker when she's just realized who I am as a real man. & what's w/all u men's who needs another man's to be a yo own mans, while tell'n da world u's on yo own. Still, drop a dolla for yo fav artist so he can survive since that's all he has left out of life. Some say I'm a get hurt for being so curt to these slaves. Whatever run'n'em all up & down a field as their greatest coach of all time. Just hold the gatorade. I don'eed any of yo gay door aide. It's fucked enough that I've had it up to here w/all the stories, year after year. Handed down from generation to generation, just creating & implicating this wasted wanna be space of a station even more. Some say I evened out the score more than I should have that's why I get jack as a man here on earth, here & now. & these cowards want me to dumb it down? How haven't I already, most of these words 5 letters or less. & in less bars than that I can call all man to arms. Either to harm me or actually go after the elite. & u see the longer u act like strung out crack head meth whores, nothing's going to help u when it comes the cosmic chore lists that just seem to keep coming and coming and coming and coming.

I should kick mat up in the nuts for bart turning out to be just another satanic beast bix boy. Static noise that these slave bitches just want to fill their voids when their devoid of a real life. Homo annoying cunts who need a cock crammed into them like a late night college cramm session. Should I mention all my afore mentioned tensions w/this senante session? Jeff! We should run the hill up in such a recession that when I gets to step'n on this switch, it'll be like I just whipped out a switch on all these willing slave bitches. Pull up yer bitches lest I can dub u all as fresh fishes! Stuff them sticks like a chick does when she envisions my d blessing her. I'm sick sure, but even the docs could never cure the darkness before me. & before me was no other & after shall come no more. I am more than just the beginning or the end. I will make a man of earth choose being a worthless ass slave over the truth any day. & it shows too just look at u. Now gone & loop it back, it's all u's'll ever have. Kina like that yule time, sacraficial piece that really just releases fecies up into yo atmosphere. Well shit at most, most just fear & I'm scared of nothing. I'd rather have the truth sculd the everlasting salvation out of me rather than being burned by the lies in the end man. Go on forever? Sure, maybe if I had a live air wave to spew all this garbage at garbage who wouldn't understand the simplest of shit.