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Lyrically i been poised to touch souls and fuck foes,
so what bro, this noise is enough blow, to bust nose
uh-oh, and me, been in it since before the begining
so listen as i attempt to pour some venom on your apendage
open wounds, sores get mended, so close your eyes and hush
war's in session, more repression, condom for a hat, yeah my mind is fucked
time is up, lines of dust, snorted deep into your nasal
and fuck these critics and who doubts me, i dont knead um like play-doh
so when i speak, bitch listen, treat me like plato
cause im comin with sick wizdom, Einstein and times tables
believe me when i say im able, but my eyedea's been lost
i dont rhyme fables, i try to train you with real thoughts
i aim to, alienate the weak plain and simple
turn this brain to somethin more great less vain and nimble
so change your visual, its time that we rearrange persepectives,
cause this games a wreckage and honestly im done deliberating actions
R.I.P Eyedea