I've been down this corridor -
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Before you enter you have to bring
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Back the creator of winter damn,
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Too late I'm spoiled, I need the napalm
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I got it, I shot it in my left sector,
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Blew up the timing device on the reactor.
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Time shifted I had to remold the floor
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The foundation for creation - mate's blend
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The pleasure dome into another roam -
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A walk stalked nightly by the ogre
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That's rarely sober. But there's no tracin
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I see the place in the flow. I'm beyond dawn,
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No I'm not in the lawn under pawns -
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Don't rest, never possessed stagnate magnets.
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I never pulled slits lips wit no braille skilled eyes -
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Balls through eyesockets. I'm currently current
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Currents of electricity; They can't get wit me
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Invisible to the retina half - way reality part limbo.
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A nervous laugh while ya climbin through windows,
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Never spin ho's on merry-go-rounds,
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Be the ground level for ghouls, schools of fish,
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Victims on a hit list me like Geronimo on a pratt -
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Tackle patt tacklin patterns addin in seasonings, flavor.
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No false teeth for beef, catapulting fingers to light
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Switches so you can see the real, I feel the tension
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My sight twitches - I'm bent.
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Second Scene: I'm the star in a step show
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Around corners, the coroner's office;
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Where my rep grows. I'm on some sort of drug
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Like the President, it's evident that I'm noid,
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A little bit of pizza - the riddle gets deeper.
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I'm lookin for outs n ins, stolen isotonas,
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The gloves, the bout begins three jabs on a transport
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It's a sport for me to take another life on landing,
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Branding wit a prattle prod designed by God.
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It's my job to resign frauds,
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The odd is against you got a degree in me,
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So I know that I flow, credentials are essential -
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It's blasphemy the type of shit they be askin me.
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I don't feel the vibe, abstract art the veal
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Doesn't heal this deprived stomach from a plummet.
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Swinging on a duet with the bullet.
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I never pull out for suspense - I'm on a bent mission.
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Jack Cousteau couldn't take it no deeper -
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I'm a resident in Davey Jones micro-locker
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Holds the phone, foamin at the mouth:
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Mad Dog, a taste, never had hog I'm droppin
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The scrooge, makin fools hit the log - axe it.
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I seen it beneath where the cowards hope
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Trembled sleeper see if you can find the lost
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Treasure through measures in bars - I'm bent.
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Bent
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Saafir |