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ℒadiℯs Đon’t Ṩ℘it

you are the next best
grasp your lyrical text 
to aid you while your
periodical biological fluctuation 
sips on our blood 
sweat and tears
drench still hearts to grow 
hydroponically grown generations 
wild to breed spit habits 
out of anybody that tastes its' 
rage filled tones picked to rewind 
this most masterful peeked reign 
spoiled with thick beats infused 
intertwined with sex mingling minds 
while migrations follow lingering trails 
that leave you confused 
so amused under my spell 
while I spit past perverseness hips 
that shine the shade I repel 
hypnotized minds 
your eyes caramelized 
leaking lyrical poison 
reeking of sly sneaky rants 
only fat pants 
and black laced adidas 
wrapped tight in rhythmic funk bliss 
will join me in battle 
to rise beyond assumed old school 
and who do you think fool 
planted these seeds that 
started this rhyming game 
of tongue dives 
that flipped a script 
to omit 
slick matter-of-fact jive 
too sick to remit 
built endless bar lines 
I reapplied for you to get high 
best rely on my ghostly essential 
endogenous vibrations 
to fly in on time 
a continuous birth 
of wise lyrical extensions 
from beats that I have 
so instinctively been flowing 
ripe from the pipe 
all races I invite 
you, me, we 
must engage 
sick misted verbiage 
with our voice
our right to 
invoke harmonious penetrations 
in every dome 
I believe roams 
beyond illusive hope
soaked from dope 
chrome lined clouds 
that masked your here and now
that's whats up
as I exhale verses exciting
rejuvenating notated platinum lined crowds 
to spread funk into all
mistaken 
bet yet
perpetraten a passion 
you can't even pronounce 
the ill faded power
that lies withn every word 
I will blast only the crunkest 
illified radiated heat 
to burn into silence 
your punkish disbelief 
that a soldier created from poetical 
metaphorical spiritual spits 
can't create factual mad atoms 
spawning attacks to revive 
conspiring air looms of meaning 
giving notice to the continuous 
overlapping artifacts gone whack 
having you sticky with bass nectar 
pulsin out your ears 
close those lids 
only to watch your world disappear 
so I flew to you beats 
amped to go hella deep 
clinch those grills I'm comin 
with a bag full of treats 
my drums your drums 
gonna spread this shit sweet 
cuz a journey with DNB 
keeps alive the
♫music Love and peace

ℬƴ~ Ĵ℮ŋŋ\@ƴcℹⅆℯ

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