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I've been on a mission, by definition

I'm trying to see my work come to fruition, spittin'

Sixteens won't satisfy these conditions

My wish is that my battle bars become encrypted

That means you can't see 'em, somethin' to envision

Disgustin' opinions, let's write a revision

The one thing I could be missin' is my ambition

Like I'm a sick Christian, ever so efficient

No reason to act suspicious, word to God

It's always like that every time around Christmas

I pray I'm forgiven every time I play back

Because it's like I'm given a frickin' exorcism

I'll tell a vision through parental supervision

Cartoons are for the kids, no television

For who am I to assume? Makes me so confused

What's going on in these schools, do they exist to pollute?

Maybe just to amuse, how rude of me to conclude

Back to it like masseuses, a little rendezvous

We exist to consume, that's a proven fact

Soon we could never feel rude to intrude on the pad

You'll just have to get used to it, adapt to it

For my Ph.D's, form the abstract to extract rhymes

Consider it alive and well, I guess only time will tell