i need to be vindicated infinitely more frustrated if an underground rapper smoking a tree in the forest screams out a chorus and nobodys listening does it actually make a sound bound to fall on my own deaf ears my peers it appears in consequence of cheers i just pushed on for years so much so that my gusto is defined of collection of technique to perfect over time the bottomless lines drawn in the sand by these unseen hands fuck your scene i mean to be heard by heard i care for music more than being seen know what i mean sometimes neither do i this confusing confucius with a subtext illusions when i try to free some boobs and move abreast with revolution were down with change we use it to buy our food my thoughts could fix the world im just not in the mood i want to be integrated to tales of timeless teachings got an inkling from my penmanship you mental weaklings student turn master of ceremonial zusu eat up children no time to recoup baby step to footnote stepping stone to milestone to keynote address i plot to end it on a high note underground turncoat on a suicide mission got needy kids grubby i got food in the kitchen addicted to the ground work footwork youre loving it stage show killing it this murder is benevolent lyrical workhorse on track bets on me take my work for the cause and up the ante expand these closed minds one line at a time full fledged departure from the raps that confine out of the penitentiary a calm turn of the century when life is as hard as you make it evidently raise the bar in this brain cell block wall or barricade get the noose suicide rhymes for the recluse
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