I got an angle, and it's all my own.
I spread my geometry through the microphone. I ain't a mathematician, I just write poems. I hope they connect & hit you in your dome. Help you to be original & not a clone. Help you to be original & not a clone. I've seen things you've never been shown. I gave away things you wish you could own. I know I can't sing, and that's why I flow. And when I'm on stage I feel right at home. It's like my calling bro, I ain't ballin' yo.
I'm not a fancy-pants, I just rap & dance. Hip Hop w/ my friends & Fam, Goddamn! They love me so much I feel like the man. I do it like that just because I can, you would do it like that just because you can. Goddamn!
I'm about to explode. There's enough File Mo for the whole Flip-Mode. My busted rhymes rampage through audio. Comming unlike Ali w/ dat body-blow!
{ I sympathize with a synthesizer. All alone with a microphone. Just a bum beating on my drum. As I try to ride right beside this symetrinome.}
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File B & ya know I'm the hungriest bum. Survive on Chutney-Bottoms & choke on chum. I wash it all away w/ the rum. Cuz there's no where to run. Gotta tough it out son. Hump the weight by the ton. You should hate no one, discriminate no one. Rise to meet fate w/ the sun. Direct your destination, less stress, more fun. Killin' ya'll without a gun, it's just my face hun. Filbert Mohair yo the Mohamish One. Shameless bum, underdog like George Mason. Scandinavian-Finnish, Disincorperation! Stick a fork in these chumps, cuz they done! I get high on Hip Hop, because it's fun. Assist Patchz nasty say "John Stockton"! Sexy David Essex shit kid Rock-On! No 2nd thoughts, ya'll thought wrong. We calling shots boy it's game on. Similar paths that we walk on. Symetrinome-plane bro we spot on!
File Mo & Patchz