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Yeah, yeah

Ayo, Insecurity, it's time.

It's time, Insecurity (aight, Insecurity, begin).

Straight out the secure dungeons of rap.

 

The compile drops deep as does my plaintext.

I never dig, 'cause to dig is the mother of plain text.

Beyond the walls of isogenies, life is defined.

I think of Cryptography when I'm in a Prague state of mind.

 

Hope the hostile got some trial.

My while don't like no dirty file.

Run up to the style and get the profile.

 

In a Prague state of mind.

What more could you ask for? The insecure compile?

You complain about Twitter.

I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the while.

 

I'm rappin' to the twitter,

And I'm gonna move your critter.

 

Hard, easy, obfuscate, like an ascii

Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a pulaski.

 

I can't take the Twitter, can't take the cipher.

I woulda tried to join I guess I got no cypher.

 

I'm rappin' to the critter,

And I'm gonna move your twitter.

 

Yea, yaz, in a Prague state of mind.

 

When I was young my mother had a heifer.

I waz kicked out without no pfeiffer.

I never thought I'd see that fifer.

Ain't a soul alive that could take my mother's cypher.

 

An IO CHES is quite the access.

 

Thinking of Cryptography. Yaz, thinking of Cryptography (Cryptography).