BUILDING BLUEPRINT
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- I'm simply dark, theirs no other reason
- Hit the park, cause a whole lot of treason
- If you nark, than that's your execution
- I needed a blood transfusion
- Doctor kept poking, so I kept movin
- I had so much adrenaline, Doctor told me I'm immaculate
- That's why I like Philadelphia over Indianapolis
- I can tell the weather, call me a Meteorologist
- I rap because I am an Ethnomusicologist
- Call me a musician
- Bitches pissing on me, because I am not Christian
- There like, you're going to hell, and I can't listen
- The way my eyes glisten
- People always asking is there something wrong with my vision
- Like NO!, I'm fat, My fat ass causes friction
- The better looking President Nixon
- They always ask me, if my Jurisdiction, is a contradiction
- I say that is only a fraction of the traction I have on all of my actions
- I mean go ahead, hit my section, it is only fiction
- Only life is what I am missing
- No life in me, I guess I am crossing my blessings
- I am always messing, stressing when I am resting
- I take it a tad too far, testing when i'm dressing
- Like how I leave the crowd guessing
- They just press till they pressing
- These people are overdosing there manifesting
- Like what I say leaves them reminiscing
- I am possessing what they are insisting
- I am listing the possibilities of my inflicting
- The licking and the clicking
- Just leaves me stunned
- Like when you cook and your food get's overdone
- You get so pissed, you throw it away and than you have none
- When it happens the throw up leaves my appetite to plunge
- No more hunger, throw up my lunch
- The celery goes crunch
- The munch of the whole bunch
- Leaves me about to die
- Just like my girls thigh
- Shit get's me sweating, like i'm on a high
- I try to stop when I reach the sky
- I would love to get into details, and specify
- But that isn't what I do
- I leave the sweat as residue
- Leave her body sticky, like she just dove in some glue
- I'm done
- What the fuck did I start this shit for
- I'm done, not writing anymore
- Alot of rappers agree, and they would glady hop aboard
- The record deal was ignored
- Poke the rap game, with my shiny new sword
- not made of metal though, mainly out of pork
- Got you to the end, I suppose I scored
- I hope this rap leaves you floored
- For now, I got rap syllables to discover, cuz some are unexplored
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