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Sneak a peek I’ll eat this beat you’ll tweak an peak yeah sleep your weak

So For weeks you been missing leagues I’m perceived to believe I’m like a 3rd degree

emergency now that last wave was just a fast paced catch phrase Thatll have you in a cramp space

Till your last days are fast paced to a mass grave for fuck sakes my pencils pushing weight

what a damn waste for my patients sake I’ll make No mistakes it’s pedal to the medal with no breaks

Ill shift tech tonic plates till the earthquakes I say fuck any haters they can just go on an hate

Im too busy filling up my plate with exotic tastes Iraq remains an Islamic state like Husain

I’m sick like isis I detonate these bombs with simple devices they can’t avoid the crisis

Its like everydays a damn gamble so I’m rolling dice an artist in the ambulance call me thrice

I hope the times right shall I pay the price it’s what ever you make of your life