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Lyrics:
So I’m looking all around for a rival,
And on their arrival I’m liable to try and pull a rifle,
Dyin as the sight dull, and when I write,
Full pages an eyeful for ears I’m insightful,
And can’t idle I plan to stifle,
I rave and rant so I chance the title,
And it lands in a cycle fillin a life full of libel,
But the skills undeniable,
And the dullness you’re all the culprits,
Cause full clips not the only rhyme for bullshit,
See what I did there, it’s a conundrum,
It’s undone, but I come like a stun gun,
And run some but where did I come from?
Mart laid a beat and you’re done from one drum,
That’s a rap but my stories unsung,
In a world of nobody I’m already someone…
There is not much to say, but I will say this...I'm Back
And it's clear as day that I'm here to stay, o, by the way...I'm Back
So get used to me cause what I used to be, is the same and...I'm Back
And when I leave it'll all be the same so, that's a rap...that's a rap
Give me a minute cause I did it,
In it till I diminish or die trying to finish,
I defy limits a wise witness, that which is,
Multiplying rhymes until I divide business,
I don’t fly skittish anymore, I deny stiffness,
But my eye twitches,
After seein this sickness, so bye bitches,
And the truth lies in it,
Forgiveness is forged in it,
No more divots, the sport giveth,
The force in it and poor gimmicks are sure timid to pour,
What you mimic on the page in four images,
First a scrimmage, the seconds a citizen,
The third is the power that is given him dividends,
The finals limitless, and didn’t it just prove,
What he must do, and just to cuss you,
Better yet just move, as it can’t undo,
When it cuts through the trust you had but what’s new?
Hook
I can’t front, I trip and fall back,
Like right now, yeah it’s a gift and all that,
But the minimal claps from a digital track,
They have my cynical, an individual that’s,
At a moment so pivotal it’s critical in fact,
What is typical, is where the pinnacles at,
And it’s right here, it’s a ritual that,
Is habitual, it’s a cyclical act,
And its, just now so pitiful that,
As you drain the glass, I have to fill it all back,
But I, snatched a pen, I stole your thunder,
And I killed this, but the criminal acts,
Are not physical, it’s a not a literal track,
So I’m skippin all that as I flip it all back to the lies,
It’s a subliminal fact,
And don’t ask me again where the syllables at…
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