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I've had a typhoon of thoughts swirlin' around in my head

So I thought I'd that write em down to vent and then see where it led

Hypothetical situations that I might never see

Metaphysical notions of people I might never be

See it should be unethical when I dismantle MC's

They cling, grapple and battle me like they had a disease

Well, the lexical I'm technical my rhymes are all medical

With a green card you get my L P for free

When you amalgamate your influences you're forced to innovate

Or the alternative get stale and disintegrate

I'm not here to instigate, irritate, or imitate,

But navigate this genre before we all suffer and suffocate

Dedicating hours to bars when I should really be sleeping