crash dummY

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im money, just when i thought my flow was
gone nothin funny,
pimpin u like u was wrapped up like
mummy,
catastrophe, disaster like u were a
crash dummy, bumming me,
enough to enroll me in some fuckin classes like philosophy,
 
far enough from precision, in between my
flows and my circumcision,
im enough bad already to know my
intuition ain't gonna help me,
 
ill self will.
 
god forgive my action, steadily relaxing,
waxin,---> taxin everything for profit,
microphone god knows i'm known to rock it,
on some chill shit, no beat for real bitch,
i flow then i let it go.
controlling the slow-mo. killin' any
instrumental, not my first rhyme definitely
not a demo.
lyrical superhero, pimpin like robert de niro,
flowin overdosin yall drinking gallons of
nitro.
watch how u movin through the streets ur
tip,
been exposed ur not so sleek. unique,
how i command the peeps.
flip the moment, then its serious i own it,
 
(PRECISION)
flowS like its the last thing imma ever do.
heres a quarter, weak emcees buy a clue.

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