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"Permanent resident of planet evident mic resonance
An asterisk fixed after every sentence when my edit is in
ConEdison can't light the mic like I do it
Try to write like I do, you ain't fluent in fluid
You must be shroomin'
Tripping off my cliff notes
Choked by bad flows in my misquotes
I won't listen
I only let my lips boast
At most to your approach I can't even come this close
I won't lie I don't even try
Because the only words to rhymes that I remember are mine
The most intricate interested intellect in business yet
Hot rhyming like a scarf let me rap around your neck
Insects don't bug me
I ain't down with heights
I'm not big on small talk and I don't like fights
I'm nice
The whitest thing you've ever seen since the lights
So just let m ignite the mic aiiiighht!
I'm at the height of this and it's only 5 foot 5
I cook up til I'm high
Rhyming with a glaze in my eye
I got a habit
Of making shit happen when I'm rapping
And leave the last cat clapping in the club in Manhattan
All the other addicts of attraction wonder where the crowds been
I got the rock how 'bout that man.
I am unstoppable
Impossible to topple
Ted Copal discuss my topics puffin' crops up in the hospital
The doctor bills inflated
Not covered outdated
Blatantly sedated patient with no patience kid
I ain't ever shot a gun or even cut someone
But sure as fuck I'm gonna make the ink run before I'm done
I'm taking stabs at it with a pen
And the bics get bent in my rhymes by the time I'm at the end
I'm a friend to the poet
Advocate of unknown
Speaker to the people
Servant of the microphone
I'm a seeker of truth
Manipulator of fate
Follower of some God
Questioner of faith
a skid mark
In the ass crack of bad rappers
Ass backwards in this game but filled with passion
Presently a had-been
Writing my writes on napkins
Asking for action
And acting in every day until it actually happens."