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5151 on any Drum
I bum rush the set and push press your death
My breath is a gale
Dare me to yell
Pell mell I break the bell off the nail
Spirit of a B Boy inside a man what that mean
I'm like the distant memory smooth enemy of wack
I don't chat I just kick it
If the mic is presented you may never get it back
If I kicked it once you would swear I had gold fronts bright as the lux
I spit many lengthy poetical cantos
It's a body of work that never ends I suppose
I'm giving stylings and wild wilings
on fine sonics
I hear Ganjah K's Chronic!
This time is torturous for professors
I connect my beats like M.C. Escher
If my show is a lecture then you learn'n
My ill wording say's suckas see curtains
you may not understand my prejudice
My ledgers lend
Nip pens
Moleskines
Make you say hold it then
When I finish I the next
but remember the wreck
thinking you flex better
then you make a record
stepp'n' up to chess when you know, you know you play checkers

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from The Gentlemen's Sport Of Listening, released November 23, 2022

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