u think u know shit about politics and hiphop
but yr rhymes is basic
yr kicks from a sweat shop
u a materialist and preach change with yr weak technique
while u enlist battle-rap verses complex like a duck's triple dique
(not at all)
my cum flung on this bitch clit tongue, shit tongue in my asshole
(ya bby go deeper)
find my fecal flower with the power of the bowl
greater than the sword, greater than the platinum chain i can afford
i'm talkin real change nigga,
not that devils dance about killin and fuckin yr motha
not a pop-rap trance about that pretty flacko brotha
hip-hop is what you want it to be, it's just beats and raps,
this shit is my life, a dope disintegrated boom bap,
electronical
It's like fluid dynamics, astro mechanics
my words are scientifical
the flow is automatic
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